There was not much sleep in the cabin that night, and it was a dreary supper the boys ate.  Before daylight the Indian lay down upon the floor in a blanket, but the other boys remained awake until morning.

Then they began the search for the Little Brass God.  They were satisfied now that Pierre had never had possession of it, that he had been despatched as one familiar with the woods and the ways of Antoine, in the Sigsbee interests to secure it from the man who had purchased it at the pawn shop.  Everything pointed, as has been stated, to Antoine’s being the man who had taken it out of Chicago.

The boys searched the cabin for two days until not a sliver of the inside remained uninvestigated.  Then, after putting up their tents, they began taking the structure down, log by log.

On the third day they found what they sought in the heart of a rotten log.  Antoine had hidden it in a secure place.  Will had no difficulty in opening the belly of the little image, and there he found the last will of Simon Tupper, bequeathing his entire property to Frederick Tupper.

“That settles the case, boys, so far as we are concerned,” Will said, “and I think we’d better be getting back to Chicago in order to straighten things out.”

“You talk about getting back to Chicago like we could take the elevated and get there in an hour!” laughed Sandy.  “I guess that you forget that we’ve got three hundred miles of wilderness to travel before we reach the railroad station!”

“Well, we’ve got our canoes, haven’t we?” asked Tommy.

“Yes,” Will answered, “and if we want to use the canoes, we’ll have to wait until the river opens in the spring.  We can get out on the ice all right, I guess.”

At the end of two weeks the boys found themselves at a way station on the Canadian Pacific road.  After that it did not take them long to reach Chicago.  During the trip down they had rather enjoyed the hunting and fishing.  Once or twice they had caught sight of a man whom they believed to be the guide the East Indian had secured, but after a time the man disappeared entirely and was seen no more.  Oje accompanied them part of the way and then much to their regret, turned back.

The finding of the will, of course, settled the Tupper estate for good and all, and the boys were well rewarded for what they had done.

“There’s one thing I’d like to know,” Will said, as they sat in Mr. Horton’s office after all the adventures of the trip had been related, “and that is where this second Little Brass God came from, and how this East Indian got into the Hudson Bay country in quest of the other Brass God about as quick as we did.”

“That has all been explained,” the attorney replied.  “From your description, Antoine is undoubtedly the man who took the Little Brass God in which we were interested from the pawn shop.  The evening papers of that day described the burglary of the Tupper home and referred particularly to the taking of the Little Brass God from the mantle in the library.