The excitement caused by the runaway horse had passed, the animal having been taken back to the livery stable where Mr. Pott had hired it. Bunker Blue raked up the pile of grass and put it back of the Brown garage where later some stray goats came and ate it.
Bunny and Sue, forgetting for a time about the strange sailor in their house, ran out to play again.
“But don’t let’s play store again,” suggested Bunny.
“What’ll we play?” Sue wanted to know.
“Let’s play about the rolling ocean,” suggested Bunny, whose mind seemed filled with thoughts of the great sea. “We’ll make believe the store counter is a ship, and I’ll be the captain and you can be a passenger and we’ll go to the West Indies.”
“And maybe we’ll find Mr. Pott’s lost son,” added Sue.
“I’d rather find the treasure,” said Bunny Brown.
Neither he nor his sister dreamed of the strange adventures that were soon to be theirs.
Bunny and Sue so often made believe that it did not take them long to change the “store” into an ocean-going steamer. The long plank that had served for a counter was laid on two lower boxes, for, as it was, it was too high for the deck of a ship. Then Bunny placed one box up in front of the plank.
“This is where the captain steers the ship,” he said.