"Look here," Sandy said in a moment, '"I just believe that Antoine has the Little Brass God in his possession, and that the two men who came to the cabin that night are after it!"
"I hope they don't get it!"
"Of course they won't get it," Sandy answered. "Didn't we come away up here into this desolate land to get it ourselves?"
When a few yards from the blazing fires, Sandy paused long enough to give the Beaver call and hear the answer given. Then the lads trooped up to the circle of light and warmth.
"What's the idea?" Sandy asked after greetings had been exchanged.
"Did you build these fires so we could cook supper?"
"You're not hungry, I hope!" grinned Tommy.
"Starved to death!" answered Sandy. "We've been treed by bears, and dumped down on the back of a great beast about nine feet long, and had our fish devoured, and there's been nothing doing in the eating line since noon!"
"Never you mind the hardships of life!" grinned Will. "We've got great news for you, so get ready to shout!"
"What's the great news?" demanded Sandy.
"We've got the Little Brass God penned up in the cavern just under this rock! We've got a cinch on him this time!"