they looked in vain for
the appearance of the man they had seen running away through the
underbrush on the other side of the swamp, but he was not seen.

"I'd like to know what's the matter with that fellow!" Tommy
observed as darkness settled down and the two boys returned to the
cabin.

In half an hour Sandy and Will came in with the provisions which
they had brought from the camp, They reported that quite a large
share of the tinned stuff had been cached in the snow about half
way between the cabin and the site of the old camp.

"We couldn't bring it all in," Sandy announced.

"I hope the man we drove out of the cabin will find it if he needs
it," Will observed.

After a hearty meal they cleared away the dishes and sat around the
fire discussing the situation until ten o'clock. Then they secured
the door and windows of the cabin and crawled into their bunks,
which were remarkably well supplied with blankets and tanned bear
skins.

In the middle of the night the fire died down to embers and Will
arose to pile on more wood. He moved softly about in order not to
disturb the sleep of his chums, and finally sat down by the blaze
to enter anew upon a mental discussion of the mystery which
surrounded them.

Will heard the sash rattling, as if in the light wind which was
blowing, and glanced toward it.

What he saw was not the velvet darkness of the night laying against
the glass. The firelight which shone through the glazed sash
revealed the outlines of a human face looking in upon him.

It was an ugly face, with dusky skin, narrow slits of eyes, and
straight black hair which seemed to wind and coil about the
repulsive countenance as a collection of serpents might have done.

The face disappeared as the boy looked, and Will tiptoed softly to
the bunk where Tommy lay and awoke him with a violent shake.

"Get up!" he said.

"Aw, go chase yourself!" answered Tommy not very politely.

"It's worth seeing," Will assured the lad. Tommy seized a shoe
from the floor, hurled it at the head of his chum, and then rose to
sitting position, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"What have you found now?" he demanded.

"There's a new one on us!" Will declared.

Tommy opened his eyes wide in wonder.

"Not a new Boy Scout?" he asked.

"We seem to pick up plenty of new Boy Scouts," laughed Will, "but
this isn't a new Boy Scout. This is the Little Brass God given the
power of expression and the use of his legs!"

"So yo