get into serious trouble, chasing off into the forest along in the
night. He should have told us of his discovery so one of us could
have gone with him! We may be able to find him yet."

"Aw, he'll come back before long!" Tommy argued. "He can't make
any headway out there in the underbrush, and the fellow who was
here will probably run away from him before he gets three rods from
the tent."

"I hope so!" answered Will.

"But what was that gink prowling around the tent for?" asked Sandy.
"That must have been the same fellow we heard using the paddle a
short time ago. If it is, he's mighty liberal with his bullets!"

"I'm anxious about that boy," Will broke in. "I wish he'd come
back!"

"Yes, this isn't a very desirable country to be lost in in the
night!" Tommy admitted. "He ought not to have gone away."

"What do you make of this gink prowling around our tent?" asked
Sandy. "Do you think he's doing it out of curiosity, or because he
has an inkling of what we're up here after?"

"Huh! How would any one away off up here know anything about the
Little Brass God?" demanded Tommy.

"Look here," Will argued. "The Little Brass God is stolen from
this house on Drexel Boulevard. Enclosed in a cavity in the toy is