As Mr. Bixby started away from his cabin, to lead the children down to the road, they met an Indian coming up the path. He was not Eagle Feather, but one of the tribe.
"How!" and the Indian nodded to the ragged man.
"How!" answered Mr. Bixby.
"You got heap big medicine ready for make Indian's pain better?" asked the red man.
"Yes, but not now—pretty soon," answered Mr. Bixby.
"All right—me wait. You come back soon byemby?" asked the Onondaga.
"Yes, in a minute."
"You don't need to go any farther with us," said Bunny presently. "We can see the road from here and we know our way all right."
"Are you sure?" asked Mr. Bixby, who seemed anxious to get back to the Indian, who appeared to be ill.
"Of course we can," said Bunny.