take your parts tomorrow afternoon. I've finished the studio work on the
film now, and all that remains are some exteriors in the vicinity of the
Lake. The film will wind up with a big battle between Allen and his
Green Mountain Boys against the Sheriff of Albany, assisted by some
Indians and Red Coats."

"I want you fellows to be the original Green Mountain Scouts. Your
buckskins are all downstairs in the trunks. They came by express this
morning. I'd expect you all to report here tomorrow at two thirty. Get
into the duds and come up to the lake. You'll find us all ready for you
up there with an automobile full of flintlock rifles and things. The
stage will all be set for the big battle around the mouth of the real
Ethan Allen cave. How does that suit you?" It was a thrilling idea.

"How does it suit? Wow; were there ever fellows as lucky as we are?
Just think of being in a real movie film; I tell you--"

"Jiminy crickets, we'll have the time of our life, Mr. Dickle. Why,
we'll do it for nothing, just for the fun of the thing," exclaimed Gordon
generously.

"Oh, no, you won't; you'll get fifty cents each, and, besides, I'm paying
you ten dollars a day for the use of this building. Forty dollars is due
you so far. That should help the troop's treasury a little, eh, boys?"

"You bet it will," said Bruce. "Only we don't like--"

"Tut, tut; that'll do. I owe you money, and I'm going to pay it. If you
don't take it I'll give it to your Assistant Scout master, Mr. Ford. I
met him yesterday," said Mr. Dickle. Then, to the actors, he called:
"Next scene, gentlemen! Ring the bell, Benny!" And Bruce and the scouts
realized that it was time for them to leave.

The following day Woodbridge witnessed the strangest scene in its
history. It was that of a score of Green Mountain Scouts, in buckskins
and coon caps, traveling up the dusty road toward the Lake. Some were
astride motor cycles, a half-dozen were crowded into "Old Nanc" and the
rest were walking.

An hour after leaving headquarters they reached the lake shore. Ethan
Allen's cave was up a very steep grade from the water and the boys could
see as they rounded the bend in the road dozens of Red Coats and Indians
waiting for them. Bruce and the lads on the motorcycles put on high
speed and took the grade in whirlwind fashion but "Old Nanc" was not
equal to the hill, so she was parked in a lot by the lakeside and the
rest of the troop went up to