The Indian in the Cupboard Complete Collection
The Indian in the CupboardReturn of the IndianThe Secret of the IndianThe Mystery of the CupboardThe Key to the Indian
LYNNE REID BANKS
Copyright CONTENTS Cover Title Page Copyright The Indian in the Cupboard Return of the Indian The Secret of the Indian The Mystery of the Cupboard The Key to the Indian The Iroquois Native American Names Totem Poles Native American Symbols The Native American Shield Cave Paintings Laying a Trail Native American Game Dream-catchers What If… Keep Reading About the Author Also by the Author About the Publisher
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The Indian in the Cupboard first published in Great Britain by J. M. Dent & Sons Ltd in 1981 First published by HarperCollins in 1988 Text © Lynne Reid Banks 1981 Illustrations © Piers Sanford 1999
Return of the Indian first published in Great Britain by J. M. Dent & Sons Ltd in 1986 First published by HarperCollins in 1988 Text © Lynne Reid Banks 1986 Illustrations © Piers Sanford 1999
The Secret of the Indian first published in Great Britain by Collins in 1989 Text © Lynne Reid Banks 1989 Illustrations © Piers Sanford 1999
The Mystery of the Cupboard first published by Collins in 1993 Text © Lynne Reid Banks 1993 Illustrations © Piers Sanford 1993
The Key to the Indian first published by HarperCollins Publishers Ltd in 1998 Text © Lynne Reid Banks 1998 Illustrations © Piers Sanford 1998
Cover design © HarperCollins Publishers 2014
Note from the author copyright © 2000 Lynne Reid Banks
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Ebook Edition © DECEMBER 2014 ISBN: 9780008124243
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Cover
Title Page The Indian in the Cupboard Complete Collection The Indian in the CupboardReturn of the IndianThe Secret of the IndianThe Mystery of the CupboardThe Key to the Indian LYNNE REID BANKS
Copyright
The Indian in the Cupboard
Return of the Indian
The Secret of the Indian
The Mystery of the Cupboard
The Key to the Indian
The Iroquois
Native American Names
Totem Poles
Native American Symbols
The Native American Shield
Cave Paintings
Laying a Trail
Native American Game
Dream-catchers
What If…
Keep Reading
About the Author
Also by the Author
About the Publisher
For Omri – who else?
Cover
Title Page
Dedication
1. Birthday Presents
2. The Door is Shut
3. Thirty Scalps
4. The Great Outdoors
5. Tommy
6. The Chief is Dead, Long Live the Chief
7. Uninvited Brothers
8. Cowboy!
9. Shooting Match
10. Breakfast Truce
11. School
12. Trouble With Authority
13. Art and Accusation
14. The Fateful Arrow
15. Underfloor Adventure
16. Brothers
A Note From the Author
Chapter One BIRTHDAY PRESENTS
IT WAS NOT that Omri didn’t appreciate Patrick’s birthday present to him. Far from it. He was really very grateful – sort of. It was, without a doubt, very kind of Patrick to give Omri anything at all, let alone a secondhand plastic Red Indian which he himself had finished with.
The trouble was, though, that Omri was getting a little fed up with small plastic figures, of which he had loads. Biscuit-tinsful, probably three or four if they were all put away at the same time, which they never were because most of the time they were scattered about in the bathroom, the loft, the kitchen, the breakfast-room, not to mention Omri’s bedroom and the garden. The compost heap was full of soldiers which, over several autumns, had been raked up with the leaves by Omri’s mother, who was rather careless about such things.
Omri and Patrick had spent many hours together playing with their joint collections of plastic toys. But now they’d had about enough of them, at least for the moment, and that was why, when Patrick brought his present to school on Omri’s birthday, Omri was disappointed. He tried not to show it, but he was.
“Do you really like him?” asked Patrick as Omri stood silently with the Indian in his hand.
“Yes, he’s fantastic,” said Omri in only a slightly flattish voice. “I haven’t got an Indian.”
“I know.”
“I haven’t got any cowboys either.”
“Nor have I. That’s why I couldn’t play anything with him.”
Omri opened his mouth to say, “I won’t be able to either,” but, thinking that might hurt Patrick’s feelings, he said nothing, put the Indian in his pocket and forgot about it.
After school there was a family tea, and all the excitement of his presents from his parents and his two older brothers. He was given his dearest wish – a skateboard complete with kick-board and cryptonic wheels from his mum and dad, and from his eldest brother, Adiel, a helmet. Gillon, his other brother, hadn’t bought him anything because he had no money (his pocket-money had been stopped some time ago in connection with a very unfortunate accident involving their father’s bicycle). So when Gillon’s turn came to give Omri a present, Omri was very surprised when a large parcel was put before him, untidily wrapped in brown paper and string.
“What is it?”
“Have a look. I found it in the alley.”
The alley was a narrow passage that ran along the bottom of the garden where the dustbins stood. The three boys used to play there sometimes, and occasionally found treasures that other – perhaps richer – neighbours had thrown away. So Omri was quite excited as he tore off the paper.
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