Boy Scouts in Northern Wilds; Or, The Signal from the Hills

he next instant Will and Tommy burst into view. It was evident that they had been r

ks in their eyes. Will and Tommy offered no explanation until t

beat it?"

alking about?"

see out there?

e a thing!" d

Will cut in. "We saw

t at you?" que

let whizzing past my ear! That's not a very war

about?" asked S

r a paddle splash in the water; we go out to see what's doing, and we get a chunk o

taking care of this fish while you've been

nd boys with air guns, come out here abo

nished and the dishes cleared away; Will turned to his chums with a sober look on his face. When he spoke it was with suppres

t all!" To

to come with yo

ndy, "he said he was afraid we wouldn't go if h

, "he told me to tell you after

l us, then," c

s any great mystery!

aid, speaking seriousl

sort of a que

tle Brass God?"

s a load of hay?" as

ttle Brass God. Did

ant of a Little Bras

d, "is believed to be valuable, chief

stuffed god?

thing he can't dig

has eaten something he can't assimilate, and

into the Hudson Bay country?" asked T

ths ago the house of Mr. Frederick Tupper, on Drexel Boulevard, Chicago, was burglarized. Beside

Sandy. "What could he do with a Little Brass God? He couldn't pawn

it just the sam

he worth?"

than fiv

ttle Brass Gods with his legs crossed, an

a grin on his face!" replied Will with a smile. "But he

ttle Brass God, probab

George. "What do

search him!"

ll us all about

with a smile, "the tu

ntain the last will a

er of Freder

the property until he gets the will?

he property unless

Brass God, and also th

rass God?" asked Sandy without giving Will an opportunity to rep

e boy. "In fact, we don't know whether the document is still in th

le the Little Brass God and

it was a

urglar-a real,

Did he go there just to burgle, or

er the man who stole it was a common thief, or whether he was sent by interested parties to do the job. No living person can open the Little Brass God without first learning the way to do it.

f the will is not there, some one interested in the disp

the Little Brass God fails to disclose the last will, the property will go to a young man who was intensely hated and despised by the

s going to get Simon a

think the Little Brass God was bro

to the shabby parlor of a fourth rate boarding house on Dearborn avenue, from there int

y straight!"

. "You take a French Canadian of the trapper sort, and get him well tanked, and he'll sell

ered, "the search must

the tummy of this Li

mm

e it-Simon Tuppe

l anyone wh

find it. It's a pity the young man didn't remove the document a

ed, "and that gives us a fine t

f this Frederick Tupp

nd

owing the death of

Howard Sigsbee, any knowledge conc

t believed

went there and got

e taken it out of the Little Brass God and carried it away with him.

en up the merry little

," Will answered. "All we know is that the Little Bras

bination, or he didn'

or

out a million or more miles of country to s

is this Little Bras

his dirty shoulders, and he certainly is about the ugliest

nch Canadian buy him

ng we've got to fin

reamers of light into the thicket on either side and over the glistening waters of Moose river. The circle of illumin

ir ears. It seemed only a yard away, and yet it was not in sight. Geo