SOMETHING THAT WAS NOT EXPECTED
There was great excitement at the Indian camp during the next few
minutes. Everybody came running to the spot when they heard that Mun Bun
was found but could not be got at. Everybody but Chief Black Bear. He
had gone off to a place at some distance from the camp, and a man on
pony-back had to go to get him, for Black Bear had the key of the big
box.
Daddy Bunker and mother came with the other Bunker children, and Vi
began to ask questions as usual. But nobody paid much attention to her
questions. Laddie said he thought he could make up a riddle about Mun
Bun in the box, but before he managed to do this the chief arrived with
the key.
When the lid of the box was lifted the first person Mun Bun saw was
Daddy Bunker, and he put up his arms to him and cried:
"Daddy! Daddy! Mun Bun don't want to stay in this place. Mun Bun wants
to go home."
"And I must say," said Mother Bunker, who had been much worried, "that
home will be the very best place in the world after this. I will not let
Mun Bun out of my reach again. How does he manage to get into so much
trouble?"
"Why, Muvver!" sobbed the littlest Bunker, "I just tumble in. I tumbled
into this box and then they locked me in."
"How does he tumble into trouble?" demanded Vi, staring at Mun Bun.
"I _know_ there is a riddle about it," said Laddie thoughtfully. "Only I
can't just make it out yet."
They were all very glad that Mun Bun was not hurt. But it did seem that
he would have to be watched very closely or he might disappear again.
"He's just like a drop of quicksilver," said Cowboy Jack. "When you try
to put your finger on him, he isn't there."
Just then the great horn blew to call everybody to the fort, for Mr.
Habback was ready for the big scene of the picture. The little
Bunkers--at least, all but Mun Bun--were eager to respond, for they
wanted to be in the picture. Mother, however, kept the little boy with
her, and they only watched the picture when it was made. That satisfied
Mun Bun just as well, for he did not believe that he looked nice enough
to go to a photographer just then.
"I guess I'll have my picture taken when I get back to Pineville,
Muvver," he said. "I'll like it better."
But the rest of the party would never forget that exciting day. The
Indians led by Black Bear attacked the fort, and there was much shooting
and shouting and riding back and forth. The shooting was with blank
cartridges, of course, so that nobody was hurt.
But even the ponies seemed to be excited, and Russ told Rose he was
quite sure Pinky and his pinto, who were both in the picture, enjoyed
the play just as much as anybody!
"Only, they will never see the picture when it is on the screen. And
daddy says we will, if nothing happens. When the picture comes to
Pineville we can take all the children we know at school and show 'em
how we worked for the picture company and helped make 'A Romance of the
Santa Fé Trail!'"
This, later, they did. But, of course, you will have to read about that
in another story about the Six Little Bunkers.
Mr. Habback thanked the Bunkers when the work was done, and in the
middle of the afternoon Cowboy Jack took them all back to the ranch
house again in his big blue car, one of his cowboys leading in Pinky and
the pinto pony later.
On the way to the ranch Russ and Rose heard daddy tell mother that he
had managed to fix up Mr. Golden's business for him and that it would
soon be time to start East.
"I don't care--much," Rose said, when she heard this. "We have had a
very exciting time, Russ. And I guess I want to go to school again. They
must have coal in Pineville. I should think they would have some by
now."
"I hate to lose my pinto pony," said Russ.
"Can't we take him and Pinky with us?" Laddie asked. "I do wish we
could."
"Can't do that," said daddy seriously. "We have enough pets now for
Jerry Simms to look after."
"I tell you what," said Cowboy Jack heartily. "I'll take good care of
the ponies, little folks, so that when you come out to see me again they
will be all ready for you to use."
"And Jerry, too?" cried Mun Bun. "I like that pony. He doesn't run so
fast."
"And Jerry, too," agreed the ranchman.
So the little Bunkers were contented with this promise.
When they got to the ranch house everybody there seemed very glad to see
them, and Maria, the Mexican cook, had a very nice supper ready for the
six little Bunkers. She seemed to know that she would not cook for the
visitors much longer, and she tried to please them particularly with
this meal. There were waffles again, and all the little Bunkers were
fond of those delectable dainties. Only Mother Bunker would not always
let them eat as many as they wanted to.
But there was something at the ranch besides supper that evening that
interested the children very much. There was some more mail from the
East, and among it a little package that had been registered and sent to
Mother Bunker by Captain Ben from Grand View.
"I guess he has sent Mother Bunker a nice present," declared Rose
eagerly. "Captain Ben likes mother."
"Don't we all like her?" demanded Vi. "I like her very much. Can't I
give her a present too?"
"You are always picking flowers and finding pretty things for me," said
Mrs. Bunker kindly. "I appreciate them just as much as any present
Captain Ben could give me."
"But what is it, Mother?" asked Rose, quite as excited as Vi and the
others.
"We shall have to open it and see," her mother said.
But she would not open the little package until after supper. Perhaps
that is why the little Bunkers were willing to eat fewer of Maria's nice
waffles. They were all eager to see what was in the package. Even daddy
claimed to be curious.
So, when the lamps were lit in the big living room and everybody was
more than ready, as Russ complained, Mother Bunker began to untie the
string which fastened the package from Captain Ben.
"I guess it is a diamond necklace," declared Rose earnestly.
"Oh, maybe it is a pretty pearl brooch," said Russ.
"What do you suppose it is, Daddy?" asked Mother Bunker, busy with the
string and seals and smiling at Mr. Bunker knowingly.
"It isn't a white elephant, I am sure," chuckled Daddy Bunker.
"Oh! Now he is making fun," cried Rose. "It is something pretty, of
course, for mother."
"I know! I know!" cried Laddie suddenly. "I know what it is."
"If you know so much," returned his twin "tell us."
"It's a riddle," declared Laddie.
"I guess it must be," laughed his mother. "'Riddle-me-ree! What do I
see?'" and she opened the outside wrapper and displayed a little box
with a letter wrapped about it.
"From Captain Ben to be sure," she said, unfolding the letter and
beginning to read it.
"And it is a riddle!" repeated Laddie with conviction.
Mother Bunker began to laugh. She nodded and smiled at them.
"It certainly is a riddle," she said. "It is almost as good a riddle as
that one Laddie told about the splinter."
"I know! I know!" cried the little boy. "'I went out to the woodpile and
got it.' I remember that one. But--but that isn't a splinter he has sent
you, is it, Mother?"
"It is something that Captain Ben looked for and could not find. But all
the time he had it. What is it?"
The little Bunkers stared at each other. Laddie murmured:
"That is a riddle! What can it be?"
Suddenly Rose uttered a little squeal and clasped her hands.
"Oh, Mother!" she cried. "Is it--is it my _watch_?"
At that Laddie began fairly to dance up and down. He was so excited he
could scarcely speak.
"Is it my pin?" he wanted to know. "My stick-pin that I left at Grand
View, Mother? Is it?"
There certainly was great excitement in the room until Mother Bunker
opened the box. And there lay in cotton-wool the missing watch and
stick-pin. Captain Ben had hunted a second time for the lost treasures
the little Bunkers had so carelessly left behind, and had found the
watch and pin.
Rose and Laddie were so delighted that they could only laugh and dance
about for a few minutes. But Vi was rather disappointed that it was not,
after all, a present for Mother Bunker.
It was quite late before the little Bunkers could get settled in their
beds that night. That is, all but Mun Bun. He fell asleep in Mother
Bunker's lap and did not know much about what went on.
Rose and Laddie promised not to lose their treasures again. And, of
course, they had not meant to leave the watch and pin behind at Grand
View. But daddy told them that thoughtlessness always bred trouble and
disappointment.
"Like Mun Bun getting into the Indian's trunk," said Vi seriously. "He
made us a lot of trouble to-day."
Mun Bun made them no more trouble while they remained on the ranch, for
Mother Bunker and Rose were especially careful in watching him. The
little boy did not mean to get lost; but Cowboy Jack laughingly said
that Mun Bun seemed to have that habit.
"Some day you folks are going to mislay that boy and won't find him so
easily. I tell you, he is a regular drop of quicksilver."
But after that, although the six little Bunkers had plenty of fun at
Cowboy Jack's, they had no dangerous adventure. They rode and drove the
ponies, and played with the dogs, and watched the cowboys herd the
cattle and some of the men train horses to saddle-work that had never
been ridden before and did not seem to like the idea at all of carrying
people on their backs.
"It is lucky Pinky and your calico pony don't mind carrying us," Laddie
remarked on one occasion to Russ. "I guess if they pitched like those
big horses do, they would throw us right over their heads on to the
ground."
"Well, my pinto threw me once," said Russ rather proudly. "But it only
shook me up a little. And, of course, accidents are apt to happen
anywhere and to anybody."
But Laddie did not think he would care to be thrown over Pinky's head.
Rose had told him it was not a nice experience at all!
In a few days the Bunkers packed their trunks and bags and the big blue
automobiles came around to the door, and they bade everybody at Cowboy
Jack's ranch good-bye. They had had a lovely time--all of them.
"And I've had the best time of all having you here," declared the
ranchman. "I hate to have you little Bunkers go. I don't see, Charlie,
why you can't spare two or three of them and let 'em stay with me."
"I guess not!" exclaimed Daddy Bunker. "We have just enough children. We
couldn't really stand another one, but we can't spare one of these we
have. Could we, Mother?"
Mother Bunker quite agreed. She "counted noses" when the six little
Bunkers were packed into the cars with the baggage. You see, after all,
it was quite a task to keep account of so many children at one time. And
especially if they chanced to be as lively as were the six little
Bunkers, who never remained--any of them--in one spot for long at a
time. That made them particularly hard to count.
Russ and Rose and Laddie and Violet and Margy and Mun Bun all told
Cowboy Jack that they had had a good time, and they hoped to see him
again. If they do ever go to Cowboy Jack's ranch again I hope I shall
know about it. And if I do, I will surely tell you all that happens to
the Six Little Bunkers.
THE END
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS SERIES
By LAURA LEE HOPE
Author of The Bobbsey Twins Books, The Bunny Brown Series, The
Make-Believe Series, Etc.
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its own--one that can be easily followed--and all
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SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT GRANDMA BELL'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT AUNT JO'S
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SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT GRANDPA FORD'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT UNCLE FRED'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT CAPTAIN BEN'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT COWBOY JACK'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT MAMMY JUNE'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT FARMER JOEL'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT MILLER NED'S
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THE BOBBSEY TWINS
THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE COUNTRY
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE SEASHORE
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SCHOOL
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SNOW LODGE
THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON A HOUSEBOAT
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT MEADOW BROOK
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT HOME
THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN A GREAT CITY
THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON BLUEBERRY ISLAND
THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON THE DEEP BLUE SEA
THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE GREAT WEST
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT CEDAR CAMP
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE COUNTY FAIR
THE BOBBSEY TWINS CAMPING OUT
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AND BABY MAY
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BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE ON GRANDPA'S FARM
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE PLAYING CIRCUS
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BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AT AUNT LU'S CITY HOME
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE IN THE BIG WOODS
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE ON AN AUTO TOUR
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AND THEIR SHETLAND PONY
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE GIVING A SHOW
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AT CHRISTMAS TREE COVE
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE IN THE SUNNY SOUTH
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE KEEPING STORE
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AND THEIR TRICK DOG
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AT A SUGAR CAMP
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HONEY BUNCH: JUST A LITTLE GIRL
Happy days at home, helping mamma and the
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HONEY BUNCH: HER FIRST VISIT TO THE CITY
What wonderful sights Honey Bunch saw when she
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lost in a big hotel and wandered into a men's
convention!
HONEY BUNCH: HER FIRST DAYS ON THE FARM
Can you remember how the farm looked the first
time you visited it? How big the cows and horses
were, and what a roomy place to play in the barn
proved to be?
HONEY BUNCH: HER FIRST VISIT TO THE SEASHORE
Honey Bunch soon got used to the big waves and
thought playing in the sand great fun. And she
visited a merry-go-round, and took part in a
sea-side pageant.
HONEY BUNCH: HER FIRST LITTLE GARDEN
It was great sport to dig and to plant with one's
own little garden tools. But best of all was when
Honey Bunch won a prize at the flower show.
HONEY BUNCH: HER FIRST DAYS IN CAMP
It was a great adventure for Honey Bunch when she
journeyed to Camp Snapdragon. It was wonderful to
watch the men erect the tent, and more wonderful
to live in it and have good times on the shore and
in the water.
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How the Flyaways went to visit Cinderella only to
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THE FLYAWAYS AND GOLDILOCKS
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they arrived at Goldilocks' house they found that
the Three Bears had been there before them and
mussed everything up, much to Goldilocks' despair.
"We must drive those bears out of the country!"
said Pa Flyaway. Then they journeyed underground
to the Yellow Palace, and oh! so many things
happened after that!
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The Blythe girls, three in number, were left alone in New York City.
Helen, who went in for art and music, kept the little flat uptown, while
Margy just out of a business school, obtained a position as a private
secretary and Rose, plain-spoken and businesslike, took what she called
a "job" in a department store.
THE BLYTHE GIRLS: HELEN, MARGY AND ROSE;
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THE BLYTHE GIRLS: MARGY'S QUEER INHERITANCE;
Or, The Worth of a Name.
The girls had a peculiar old aunt and when she died she left an unusual
inheritance. This tale continues the struggles of all the girls for
existence.
THE BLYTHE GIRLS; ROSE'S GREAT PROBLEM;
Or, Face to Face With a Crisis.
Rose still at work in the big department store, is one day faced with
the greatest problem of her life. A tale of mystery as well as exciting
girlish happenings.
THE BLYTHE GIRLS: HELEN'S STRANGE BOARDER;
Or, The Girl From Bronx Park.
Helen, out sketching, goes to the assistance of a strange girl, whose
real identity is a puzzle to all the Blythe girls. Who the girl really
was comes as a tremendous surprise.
THE BLYTHE GIRLS: THREE ON A VACATION;
Or, The Mystery at Peach Farm.
The girls close their flat and go to the country for two weeks--and fall
in with all sorts of curious and exciting happenings. How they came to
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Transcriber's Notes:
Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
Table of Contents, page 172 changed to page 177 to reflect text.
Page 66, "althought" changed to "although". (although at first)
Page 96, "nonplused" changed to "nonplussed". (was nonplussed by)
Page 127, "is" changed to "it". (Is it a good)
Page 134, "once" changed to "one". (At one place)
Bobbsey Twins advertisement, "stands" changed to "stand". (stand among
children)
Flyaways and Goldilocks advertisement, "Goldilock's" changed to
"Goldilocks'" twice.
One instance each of Castrada and Castrado was retained.