"Oh, he needn't have done that," said Mrs. Brown. "But I do love fresh
eggs, so I'll keep them. Please thank Mr. Blakeson for me."
The man said he would, and then, as he went back to the farm, the big
auto started off on the tour again. There were yet many miles to go, and
many more adventures were in store for Bunny Brown and his sister Sue.
"We've got to find that missing Fred Ward," said Bunny. "It's funny
where he went, isn't it?"
"Well, this country is a big place, especially if a person wants to
hide," said Mr. Brown. "Still we may find some trace of Fred in Portland
when we get there. But that will not be for some weeks, as we are
traveling slowly."
The Browns and Uncle Tad found the auto tour so pleasant that it was
decided to make the trip even longer than at first planned, which would
put off the time when they would reach Portland.
For two more days they traveled on, stopping each night near some
village or small city. Nothing happened except that once they nearly ran
into a hay wagon that did not get out of the way in time.
"But it wouldn't hurt any more to hit a hay wagon than it would be to
fall into a feather bed," said Bunny.
It was just about supper time.
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