"Never!" was the reply. "But he acts funny all the time, and I
think he's got it hidden. When he gets ready to come back to the
Hudson Bay country he asks me how I'd like to come up north with
him and learn to be a trapper, so I says that if there's anything
on earth I want to be it's a trapper, and I come up here, making
him think I'm after fur, when all the time I'm after the Little
Brass God."

"Are you sure the man you followed is the man who brought the toy?"
asked George, "You might have picked up the wrong man, you know."

"No I didn't!" replied Thede. "I've heard this man, Pierre,
muttering and talking in his sleep, and I know he has the Little
Brass God hidden. I'll go back to Chicago some day with it in my
possession and Old Finklebaum will pay me a couple of thousand or
he'll never get hold of it again! Won't it be a great story to
tell the boys on State street about the times I'm having up here."

The door opened and Pierre entered, anger flashing from his eyes.




CHAPTER IV

LOST IN THE STORM

"What you do here?" demanded Pierre, standing with his back against
the door and facing George with a snarl of hate and suspicion.