"What was he doing out at the burning tree?"
"From the appearance of things," Sandy answered, "I should say that
he hot-footed it out there in order to get away from some one who
was chasing him, though I can't understand why anyone should be
chasing him."
"Anyway, he seems to be back here now," Thede said. "It's dollars
to buttons, though, that he doesn't go up to the fire where the
boys are."
"Look here," Sandy said in a moment, '"I just believe that Antoine
has the Little Brass God in his possession, and that the two men
who came to the cabin that night are after it!"
"I hope they don't get it!"
"Of course they won't get it," Sandy answered. "Didn't we come
away up here into this desolate land to get it ourselves?"
When a few yards from the blazing fires, Sandy paused long enough
to give the Beaver call and hear the answer given. Then the lads
trooped up to the circle of light and warmth.
"What's the idea?" Sandy asked after greetings had been exchanged.
"Did you build these fires so we could cook supper?"
"You're not hungry, I hope!" grinned Tommy.
"Starved to death!" answered Sandy. "We've been treed by bears,
and dumped down on the back of a great beast about nine feet long,
and had our fish devoured, and there's been nothing doing in the
eating line since noon!"
"Never you mind the hardships of life!" grinned Will.
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