u've gone and got 'em too, have you?" demanded Tommy.

"When I got up to renew the fire," Will answered, "I heard the
window sash to the north rattling. Thinking that I ought to go and
fix it, I glanced that way and saw the Little Brass God looking
down upon me."

"Was he sitting up in the window with his legs crossed, and his
arms folded, and his face making you think of the Old Nick?" asked
Tommy.

"I could see only the head, but the head looked exactly as I
imagine the Little Brass God looks; with the firelight shining on
the yellowish hide, the face gave me the impression of being made
out of brass!"

"You better read another page out of the dream book and go back to
bed!" laughed Tommy. "You've been laboring under strong excitement
lately and I think you need a long rest."

CHAPTER XIV

A CALL FROM THE DARKNESS

"Perhaps you don't believe I saw anything at the window," replied
Will, somewhat indignantly.

"Oh, I don't doubt that you think you saw something at the window."

Will seized a searchlight, grabbed Tommy by the shoulder, and
pulled him out of the door and around to the north side of the
cabin.

The boys were not dressed especially for a midnight excursion in
the snow, and their teeth chattered as they made their way against
the chilling wind. However, they stuck to their purpose and soon
stood under the window which Will had pointed out."

"There!" the boy exclaimed in a triumphant tone. "Now perhaps
you'll tell me I didn't see anything through the glass."

A light snow had fallen during the late hours of the night, and
there, plainly revealed on the undisturbed surface--undisturbed
only for what they saw--were clearly outlined the footprints of two
people.

One had worn moccasins, the other such shoes as might have been
purchased at any department store in Chicago.

"And the tenant came back!" grinned Tommy.

"Then why didn't he come in?" demanded Will.

"Because he's scared of us!"

The boys followed the tracks toward the morass some distance and
then returned to the cabin.

"Whoever the fellow is," Will argued, "he found it necessary to get
a half-breed or Indian guide."

"How do you know that?" asked Tommy. "That may have been Antoine
in the moccasins."

"I give it up!" replied Will. "I don't know anything about it."

"I shouldn't wonder at all if some faithful Hindu had sailed across
the Pacific ocean, and traveled half across the continent, to
rescue a faked