He pressed here and there on the surface of the Little Brass God,
touching now a shoulder, now a foot, now the top of the head, for
all the world like one operating the combination of a safe.
"You see," he said, as he continued his strange employment, "the
shell of the image is not very thick and when I press on certain
parts, certain things take place on the inside."
He put his ear to the side of the image and listened intently.
"There!" he said. "You can hear a click like the dropping of a
tumbler when I press here at the back."
"If the combination works, then," shouted Tommy, "it must be that
we have the Little Brass God holding the will."
"It works all right enough," Will replied.
With the final pressure on an elbow Will turned a foot to the right
and the Little Brass God opened exactly in the center.
But no will was found in the cavity. Instead a mass of diamonds,
emeralds, pearls, rubies, amethysts glittered out upon the floor.
The boys stood looking at the shining mass with wide open eyes.
"There must be a million dollars there!" Tommy said almost in a
whisper.
"I wasn't thinking of that!" Will said. "I was thinking that,
after all our labor and pains, we have unearthed the wrong Brass
God.
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