"You never got them all by yourself!"
"How do you know I didn't?" asked Thede, with a provoking grin.
"Because you couldn't," Sandy answered.
"All right, then," admitted the boy. "We all had a share in the
shooting, and Will and Tommy sent me back with the game."
"Where have they gone?" asked Sandy, a look of indignation
over-spreading his face. "They're always running away and leaving
me to watch the camp! I wish they'd give me a chance sometime."
Thede sat down in one of the clumsy chairs which the cabin afforded
and laughed until his sides shook.
"I don't think any of you boys are famishing for fresh air and
adventure," he said in a moment. "You seem to me to be kept pretty
busy."
"Well," Sandy exclaimed, "they might let me go with them when they
start off on a tour like that. Where have they gone, anyway?"
"They said they were going out in search of the Little Brass God!"
laughed Thede.
"Honest?" demanded Sandy.
"That's what they said!"
"I hope they don't find it!" Sandy exclaimed.
The boys cooked a liberal supply of game for dinner and then began
restlessly walking to and fro over the cabin floor.
"What's the matter with you fellows?" asked George in a moment,
speaking from the bunk.
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