CHAPTER IX
TWO HUNGRY BEARS
The Little Brass God was gone!
George, still lying upon the floor of the cavern, stretched his
legs and arms, to see if he was all there, as he mentally commented.
After a time he arose to his feet, clinging desperately to the wall
because of his weakness, and called to Thede, who, as the reader
knows, had left hours before, in search of the injured lad's chums.
There came only echoes in reply to his shouts.
There was a pile of wood near at hand and, gathering numerous dry
fagots, the boy staggered dizzily toward the heap of ashes in the
center of the cave. It seemed to him that the first thing to do
was to get warm.
He was hungry, too, but warmth was the important thing just then.
A few red coals still remained, and a blaze soon grew under the
boy's careful hands. In a short time there was a roaring fire.
After thawing the chill out of his bones, the boy began looking
around for his friend of the night before. He looked at his watch
and noted that it was eight o'clock. His revolver was gone but his
search-light was still in his pocket.
He remembered in a moment that he had handed his revolver to
Thede before starting to cross the light zone in the center
of the cavern.
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