That evening Daddy Brown built a campfire, and Bunny and Sue, with Bunker Blue, sat about it roasting marshmallows.
"I wish Tom Vine was here to help eat them," said Sue.
"So do I," agreed Bunny.
But Tom Vine was not there. Where was he? No one at Camp Rest-a-While could tell.
Bunny Brown did not sleep well that night. Perhaps he had eaten too many marshmallow candies. At any rate, he awoke soon after he went to bed. He was wishing he had a drink of water, and he was thinking whether he would best get up for it himself, or awaken his father, when the little fellow heard a noise outside the tent. It was a noise as if someone were walking around. At first Bunny thought it was Splash, but, looking over in the corner of the sleeping-tent. Bunny saw his dog there. Splash, too, had heard the noise, for he was getting up and growling deep in his throat.
Then, all at once, came a loud bang, as if someone had knocked down five or six tin pans.
