“It’s part of my lost railroad,” explained Bunny, answering the first question.  “And I found it hidden under the hay.  I must have stuck myself on one of the sharp corners of the little car as I slid down, and I stopped right away, ’cause I thought it might be an egg.”

“An egg!” exclaimed Tom.

“Yes,” answered Bunny.  “Once I was sliding down hay, just like now, and I slid into a hen’s nest.  It was partly covered over with hay and I didn’t see it.  There were thirteen eggs in the nest, and I busted every one!  Didn’t I Sue?”

“No you didn’t, Bunny Brown!  That was me!”

“Oh!” Bunny looked very queer for a moment, then he laughed as he remembered what really had happened.  “Well, Sue got all messed up with the white and yellow of the eggs.  Maybe there weren’t just thirteen, but there was a lot anyway.  But I’m glad this wasn’t a hen’s nest.  Maybe I’ll find the rest of my railroad now.  Let’s look.”

“Somebody must have hid the car here in the hay after they took it,” said Tom.  “Who do you s’pose it was?”

“We thought it might be some of the Indians,” said Bunny.  “But my father made a search down in their village.  He couldn’t find anything, though.  Now we have found something.”

“You don’t s’pose Mr. Bixby would take it, or my Teddy bear with flashing lights for eyes, do you?” asked Sue of the ragged boy.

“I never saw anything like that around his place, and I was there two or three weeks,” said Tom.

“We didn’t see you when we were there,” said Bunny.

“No, I was mostly weeding up in the potato patch on the hill.  I’d have my breakfast, take a bit of lunch with me, and then not come home until ’most dark.  That’s why you didn’t see me.  But I never took notice of any electrical trains or toy bears around his place.  I don’t guess he took ’em.”

“Nor I,” said Bunny.  “But I’m going to look in the hay for more.”

He did, the others helping, while even Splash pawed about, though I don’t suppose he knew for what he was searching.  More than likely he thought it was for a bone, for that was about all he ever dug for.

But search as the two Brown children and Tom did, they found no more parts of the toy railroad.

“The one who took it must have thrown the car away because it was too heavy to carry,” said Bunny.  “It was a pretty heavy toy, and I always carried it in two parts myself.  Besides the car wasn’t any good to make the train go.  The electric locomotive pulled itself and the cars.  I guess they just threw this car away.

“But I’m going to keep it, for I might find the tracks and the engine and the other cars, and then I’d be all right again.”

“Yes,” said Tom, “you would.  But it is funny for somebody up in these big woods to take toy trains and Teddy bears.  That’s what I can’t understand.”

“And I can’t understand that man sticking needles into you—­a funny kind of needles he didn’t have to pull out and that stopped hurting you so soon,” said Bunny.