"He's pretty sore about your being here," grinned Thede.
"I don't know why he should be."
"Perhaps he thinks you've come up here to steal this little Brass
God."
The boy was very anxious to get back to his chums in order that the
situation might be thoroughly discussed. They were in the Hudson
Bay country in quest of the Little Brass God, and here was Thede on
the same mission. It seemed to him that if Pierre had really had
the toy in his possession, Thede would have caught sight of it, at
least,
The more he thought of this phase of the case, the more he was
inclined to believe that Pierre was also in search of the Little
Brass God.
"Pierre will be apt to raise a howl if I leave the cabin alone,"
the boy finally said. "He's fierce when he gets mad!"
"You don't seem to be afraid of him," replied, George.
"I'm afraid of him all right," the other replied, "but I don't
intend to let him know it. I've got one of these billies inside my
coat, all the time, and if he tries any funny business with me I'll
knock his block off!"
"He could cut you into shoestrings while you are asleep!"
"Yes, I suppose so, but be won't do anything of the kind!"
"Well, come on over to camp," urged George. "It isn't so very much
of a walk.
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