“So then I can go back to your camp, and Mr. Trimble won’t try to get me; will he?” asked Tom.

“Nope, he won’t hurt you at all,” said Bunny.  “And please can’t we go back to our camp now?  Daddy and mother will be so worried about us.”

“Why, yes, I guess I can take you,” said Tom.  “It isn’t very far, and there’s a good road.  I see you have an umbrella.  That will keep Sue dry.  You and I won’t mind getting wet, Bunny; will we?”

“Nope,” said the little fellow.

When they went to the entrance of the cave they found that the rain had stopped, and the moon was shining.  It was quite light in the woods.  Leading Bunny and Sue by the hands, with Splash following after, Tom started for Camp Rest-a-While.  He stopped for a moment on top of the cave, to show the children the chimney hole, and how he had slid down it by holding on to a long grapevine, that twined around a tree growing near the hole.  The grapevine was like a long rope.

Through the woods went Bunny, Sue and Tom.  As they came near the camp they saw lanterns flashing, and voices called: 

“Bunny!  Bunny Brown!  Sue!  Sue!  Where are you?”

“Here we are, Daddy!  Here we are!” cried Bunny and Sue together.  “And Tom Vine is with us!” added Bunny.

Those carrying the lantern rushed forward, and soon Bunny and Sue were clasped in their father’s and mother’s arms, while Uncle Tad and Bunker were shaking hands with Tom, and listening to his story of how he had found the children in the cave where he made his home.

“And to think you two went off in a boat with an umbrella for a sail!” cried Mother Brown to the children.  “Don’t you ever do it again!”

“We won’t!” promised Bunny.  “But what happened to you, Bunker?”

“Well, after you left me on the island,” said the red-haired boy, “I waited until I saw your father coming after me in a boat.  He took me to camp, and I told him I thought you and Sue had drifted down the lake.  So we set out to find you, but you got here all right.”

“And I don’t want to sleep in any more caves,” said Sue.

“I like it,” Bunny said.  “It was nice!”

The children were soon asleep in their cots in the camp tent, and after Tom had told his story to Mr. and Mrs. Brown, he, too, was given his old bed.  He had nothing more to fear from Mr. Trimble, and he need not have run away, only he was afraid of the farmer.  And for that reason he did not go back to camp, or send any word to Mr. Brown.

But everything came out all right, and Mr. Trimble came over and told Tom how sorry he was for having been so unpleasant as to make him run away.

Bunny Brown and his sister Sue stayed at Camp Rest-a-While all that summer and they had much fun, and many more adventures, but I have no room to tell you about them in this book.  Perhaps I may write another volume about them later.  As for Tom Vine, he was taken to live in Bellemere, where he worked at Mr. Brown’s boat business with Bunker Blue.  He did not have to live in a cave any more, and had a good home.