"What for?" demanded the boy. "I'm going to take you where it is."
"You're about all in," declared Sandy, "and you ought to go to camp and rest up and tell Will where we've gone."
"You couldn't find this cave in a thousand years," declared Thede.
While the boys talked the wind died down, and the snow ceased falling.
Presently a mist of daylight crept into the forest and then the boys crept out on their journey toward into ridge of hills.
"Wasn't that a dream about your seeing the Little Brass God?" asked
Tommy as they walked along.
"Sure not," was the reply, "we both saw it, didn't we?"
"Well, whoever told you anything about the Little Brass God?" demanded Sandy. "How did you know there was a Brass God?"
"Old Finklebaum told me. He said he'd give me a hundred dollars if
I found it, so I started in to earn that mazuma."
In as few words as possible the boy repeated the story he had told
George on the previous evening.