"But you haven't got it yet!" taunted Sandy.
"We'll have it in a minute!" replied the boy confidently.
The ugly little image remained in sight for perhaps half a minute, and then the cavern became dark as pitch again.
The boys heard a quick rush of footsteps, apparently passing further into the cavern, and then all was silent.
"That isn't the man who had the Little Brass God the other time I saw it!" Thede declared. "I guess these fellows must have got it away from Antoine, or whoever it was who had it at that time."
"I wish we had a searchlight," suggested Sandy.
"I've got a little one for a cent," Tommy answered. "I never leave the camp without one. No knowing when one may be needed,"
"Strike a light then!" whispered Sandy.
"That would be a fine way to get a bullet into my coco!" Tommy whispered back. "I'll just wait a while and see what's doing."
There was nothing doing—nothing whatever! The boys, after waiting some ten minutes, advanced into the cavern which was now perfectly still.