"It's worth seeing," Will assured the lad. Tommy seized a shoe
from the floor, hurled it at the head of his chum, and then rose to
sitting position, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"What have you found now?" he demanded.
"There's a new one on us!" Will declared.
Tommy opened his eyes wide in wonder.
"Not a new Boy Scout?" he asked.
"We seem to pick up plenty of new Boy Scouts," laughed Will, "but
this isn't a new Boy Scout. This is the Little Brass God given the
power of expression and the use of his legs!"
"So you've gone and got 'em too, have you?" demanded Tommy.
"When I got up to renew the fire," Will answered, "I heard the
window sash to the north rattling. Thinking that I ought to go and
fix it, I glanced that way and saw the Little Brass God looking
down upon me."
"Was he sitting up in the window with his legs crossed, and his
arms folded, and his face making you think of the Old Nick?" asked
Tommy.
"I could see only the head, but the head looked exactly as I
imagine the Little Brass God looks; with the firelight shining on
the yellowish hide, the face gave me the impression of being made
out of brass!"
"You better read another page out of the dream book and go back to
bed!" laughed Tommy.
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