Bunker Blue shook his head and smiled.
"You'll have to guess again, Bunny," he said.
Bunny took up one of the pointed sticks.
"Are they spears?" asked the little boy, as he put his finger gently on the sharp point. "Indians use spears to catch fish. Are you going to do that, Bunker?"
Bunker shook his head.
"You haven't guessed yet," he said.
"Oh, tell us!" begged Sue. "Is it a secret?"
"Sort of," said Bunker.
"Oh, how nice!" cried Sue. "I just love to guess secrets! Let me have a turn, Bunny."
The two children sat down in the shade near the tent. Bunker kept on making sharppointed sticks with his knife. Over in the dining-tent Tom Vine was setting the dinner table. This was some days after the cross man had come to the camp and had gone away. He had not come back since.
"Well, what is your guess. Sue?" asked Bunker, as he kept on making the sharp-pointed sticks.
"Let me see," pondered the little girl. "Oh!
