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"I guess we run away from a rabbit!" "I guess we didn't!" insisted Thede. The boy's opinion was verified a moment later by the appearance of three shambling figures in the lighted zone. The bear is noted for his curiosity, and the boys realized, too, that the feast of fish must have been devoured. "We might have sneaked away while they were eating that fine supper!"
George was made comfortable in one of the bunks, additional fuel brought in for the night, and then Will, Tommy and Sandy set out to bring the supplies and tents from the camp. "Suppose Antoine, or some one else, should bring the Little Brass God to this cabin," George began. "I wish we knew whether it was Antoine who sat before the fire last night," Thede puzzled.
The boys walked for what seemed to them two hours more, and then Thede, who was in advance, stumbled over a tree bole lying at the foot of a gentle slope. He rose rubbing his elbow and turned the flashlight toward the front. "I know where we are now," he said. "We're about eight miles from the cabin.
"It's getting pretty hot here, anyhow," said Sandy, "and we'll have to drop in a minute, whether we shoot or not. This old tree seems to be as dry as tinder!" "Yes," Thede agreed, "I guess you started something when you made such good use of that one match." The boys moved about on the limb in order to get at their automatics.
"You're Thede Carson, and you're about the toughest little wharf rat in Chicago!" "That's a nice recommend for a patrol leader to give one of his scouts," grinned the boy. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself!" "The last time I saw you," George said, smiling at the memory, "you were diving into the South Branch to keep out of sight of a police boat." "I remember that," grinned Thede.
There might be duck over Moose river, Thede suggested, and Tommy certainly would want a duck for his stew. Also there might be wild geese there. When they came to the place where the provisions had been cached, they found the surface of the ground broken and the provisions gone. Not a single can remained. "Now, we'll have to shoot all the more game," declared Tommy.
You see," he went on with a slight shudder at the recollection of his experiences, "I left George a long distance off." "Left George?" repeated Tommy. "I couldn't bring him with me," answered Thede, with a slow smile, "Where did you leave him?" demanded Tommy. "Why didn't he come with you?" asked Sandy.
"It's the Little Brass God!" whispered George excitedly. "And I'm going to sneak over there and lay my hands on it before that fellow wakes up!" "You never can do it!" advised Thede. "I've just got to do it!" "If that is the real Little Brass God, how did it ever get here?" whispered Thede. "Strangest thing I ever heard of." "Gee whiz!" whispered George.
For a time they could see the dry tree which they had fired blazing in the distance, but at length it dropped out of sight. "How long do you think that blooming savage will keep this up?" asked Sandy of Thede, as the two boys struggled along through snow nearly up to their knees. "I'm about all in!" "He's capable of keeping it up all night!"
I don't see any sustenance in wandering around in the snow all night!" "Oje has something on his mind!" Sandy declared. "And I think we'd better find out where he's going." "All right!" answered Thede. "I'm game, only I'm wondering what George is thinking about all this time." It was cold and dark in the forest, and the snow was deep, but the boys trudged bravely on in the direction of the hills.
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