The boys were there looking over the freshly fallen
snow with an electric searchlight.
"Did I see anything?" asked Will with a note of victory in his
voice.
"Somebody saw something!" answered Sandy. "There's blood on the
snow! Some one found a bullet!"
"I'm going to dress and find out where these tracks lead to!" Tommy
declared. "This is too much mischief for me!"
"Stick your face up in the air," advised Will with a grin.
"Snow!" shouted Tommy with a gesture of disgust. "These tracks'll
be full of the beautiful before we could walk forty rods!"
"That's about the size of it!" agreed Will. "So you may as well
come back into the house and we'll go back to bed."
When the boys entered and closed the door again, it was four
o'clock and they decided not to go back to bed again that night.
"How'd you know there was some one there?" Sandy asked of Will.
"I heard the window sash rattle, then a strong perfume--something
like opium or hasheesh--was forced into the room, then the fellow
on the outside began to work his hypnotic spell."
"You say it right!" exclaimed Tommy.
"It's just as simple as anything you ever read in a daily
newspaper," declared Will. "This Little Brass God we are tracing
up belongs either in a Hindu temple in India, or the Hindus think
it belongs there.
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