Boy Scouts in Northern Wilds by Archibald Lee Fletcher
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it of the pawnbroker, I guess," laughed Thede. "You boys never
came clear up here just to chase through the snow after game when there's plenty of shooting three hundred miles to the south." "You say you think that Pierre is the man who bought the Little Brass God of the pawnbroker?" asked Sandy, as the boys stopped for a moment to rest. "Is that the reason you followed him here?" "That's the reason!" was the reply. "He seemed perfectly willing to have you come?" "He welcomed me like a long lost brother!" "Then it's a hundred to one shot Pierre never got his hands on the Little Brass God! Don't you see how suspicious he would have been if he had had the little brute in his possession?" "I didn't think of that!" replied Thede. "Look here," the boy continued, "I'd like to know what all this fuss is about, anyway. Why should any one in his right mind give old Finklebaum a thousand dollars or five thousand dollars, for that piece of brass? That's what gets me!" Tommy and Sandy looked at each other significantly but made no immediate reply. In a moment Thede went on. "'Spose this should be a Little Brass God stolen from some temple away out in the wilds of India. Suppose a delegation of East Indians should be sent here to get it. Wouldn't they murder a |
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