"That just explains it!" Will exclaimed. "He has eaten something
he can't assimilate, and we've been sent up here to relieve him of
it!"

"How did the Little Brass God ever get into the Hudson Bay
country?" asked Tommy. "I should think he'd know better."

"I reckon the Little Brass God had nothing to say regarding his
journey," replied Will. "Two months ago the house of Mr. Frederick
Tupper, on Drexel Boulevard, Chicago, was burglarized. Besides
taking considerable money and silver plate, the thief also carried
away the Little Brass God."

"I don't think any thief in his right mind would do that!" declared
Sandy. "What could he do with a Little Brass God? He couldn't
pawn it, or sell it, or trade it, without its being traced back to
him!"

"Well, he took it just the same!" Will replied.

"How much is he worth?" asked George.

"Not more than five dollars."

"Then he isn't one of those East India Little Brass Gods with his
legs crossed, and his arms folded, and a grin on his face?"

"His legs are crossed, his arms are folded, and there is a grin on
his face!" replied Will with a smile. "But he's certainly not one
of the population of a Hindu temple."