“I’ve heard of their traveling in pairs,” Thede suggested.

“Is this the man who made the search of the house?” asked Will of George.

“That is one of them!” was the reply.  “The other seemed to be a man in the employ of this man.  He was dressed like a trapper and acted like one.  They quarreled over some suggestion made by this man and the one whom I took to be a guide went away in a rage.”

“You are sure he didn’t find what he was looking for?”

“Dead sure!”

“Then there are two Little Brass Gods!” insisted Tommy.

“Yes, and I guess the one we want is the one we haven’t got!” Will said.

“I don’t see how this fellow could have the one containing the last will of Simon Tupper,” Tommy argued.  “Can you open the tummy of the Little Brass God, Will?” asked Sandy.

“Mr. Frederick Tupper showed me how to do the trick,” Will answered.

“Then why don’t you see whether this is the right one or not?” asked Sandy.  “If you can open it, it’s the one; if you can’t, it isn’t the one!”

“Wise little boy!” exclaimed Will taking the ugly image into his hands again.

He pressed here and there on the surface of the Little Brass God, touching now a shoulder, now a foot, now the top of the head, for all the world like one operating the combination of a safe.

“You see,” he said, as he continued his strange employment, “the shell of the image is not very thick and when I press on certain parts, certain things take place on the inside.”

He put his ear to the side of the image and listened intently.

“There!” he said.  “You can hear a click like the dropping of a tumbler when I press here at the back.”

“If the combination works, then,” shouted Tommy, “it must be that we have the Little Brass God holding the will.”

“It works all right enough,” Will replied.

With the final pressure on an elbow Will turned a foot to the right and the Little Brass God opened exactly in the center.

But no will was found in the cavity.  Instead a mass of diamonds, emeralds, pearls, rubies, amethysts glittered out upon the floor.

The boys stood looking at the shining mass with wide open eyes.

“There must be a million dollars there!” Tommy said almost in a whisper.

“I wasn’t thinking of that!” Will said.  “I was thinking that, after all our labor and pains, we have unearthed the wrong Brass God.”

“But we’ve just got to find the right Brass God,” Sandy insisted.

“Yes, and we’ll have a sweet old time doing it!” exclaimed George.  “The poor fellow who lies dead there searched every bit of space inside the cabin, yet he didn’t find it!”

“But it may not be anywhere near the cabin!” exclaimed “Will.

“If we knew whether Antoine ever had it in his possession,” Tommy said, “we’d know better where to look.”