"He shoot man inside!" the Indian grunted.
"And he killed him, too!" answered Tommy.
Entirely unconcerned, the Indian would have struck off into the
forest, but the boys urged upon him the necessity of partaking of
food. With a stoical exclamation of indifference, Oje finally
followed them into the cabin and seated himself before the open
fire.
Antoine was quite dead. The boys straightened his still figure
upon the floor and placed by its side the body of the man who had
been his murderer.
"We must give them decent burial in the morning," Will decided,
"and in order to do so, we must keep them away from the wild
animals of the wilderness tonight."
There was a hushed silence for a long time in the room. The boys
involuntarily turned their eyes away from the two inanimate objects
which had so recently possessed the power of speech and motion.
Presently Sandy saw something glistening at the breast of the dark
man. Where his heavy coat of fur dropped back the boy thought he
distinguished a gleam of gold. Thinking that it might possibly be
some trinket calculated to reveal the identity of the man, Sandy
advanced to the body and threw the coat open.
There was the Little Brass God!
"We didn't have to find it," Tommy said slowly after a short pause.
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