hich
the boys had such good reason to remember.

"I think we'd better make for the camp," Will suggested in a moment.

"Why not move over to the cabin?" asked Thede. "It will be much
more comfortable there."

"That's a good idea, too," Will agreed, "except that we'd have to
move all our camp equipage and provisions."

"Well, why not?" asked the boy. "We can rig up a drag and draw the
stuff over in two or three loads."

"We can if Antoine isn't shooting at us every minute!" Sandy cut in.

"I don't believe Antoine will trouble us," Thede answered. "If he
has the Little Brass God, he'll probably make off with it. He's
got to go somewhere to get his injured wrist tended to, and my
opinion is that he'll simply disappear from this neck of the woods
until he makes up his mind that we have gone back to Chicago."

"I hope he won't go very far," Will mused.

"If he does, we'll lose the Little Brass God!" Sandy argued.

"I don't agree with Thede," Will said directly. "If the man has a
secure hiding place in the hills, he'll manage to treat the injured
wrist himself and remain hidden until he thinks we have left the
country."

"It's all a guess, anyway," Sandy exclaimed, "and, whatever takes
place, I vote for moving our truck over to the cabin and settling
down there! We don't want to go back to Chicago as soon as we find
the Little Brass God, do we?"

"We certainly do not!" shouted Tommy, sticking his head into the
narrow doorway. "I haven't had a chance to catch all the fish I
want yet!"

"Well, we may as well move over to the cabin if that's the general
opinion," agreed Will. "I must admit that those tents look pretty
thin to me. I didn't expect snow to fall so early."

"Besides," Sandy urged, "if we live in the cabin, we'll be
perfectly safe from attack. It would take dynamite to make a hole
through those great logs, and the door itself is about a foot
thick!"

"All right," Will replied. "If we find anything left when we get
back to our camping place, we'll move it over to the cabin!"

"The first thing to move will be George," laughed Sandy.

"Oh, I can walk all right!" the invalid declared.

"Through this thick snow? I should say not! We've got to make up
some kind of a sled and give you the first sleigh-ride of the
season!"

"And while we're about it, we can make a sled that we can move the
tents and provisions on," suggested Will.

The boys had little to make a sled with, but they final