there was shown a
typical mining town and then the mountains. It was mid-winter and the
mountains were covered with snow. The young gold hunter and his
partner had discovered several nuggets of good size, enough to make
them rich, and were bound back to the mining camp when the villain and
his cronies appeared and robbed them. Then came a fierce snowstorm and
a blizzard, and the young gold hunter and his partner were lost on the
fields of ice. This was tremendously realistic, and the audience held
its breath in suspense, wondering what would happen next.

"Isn't it great!" murmured Tom, his eyes fairly glued to the screen
before him. "I never saw anything so real!"

"That must surely have been taken in Alaska," answered Sam.

[Illustration: "THAT MUST SURELY HAVE BEEN TAKEN IN ALASKA," SAID SAM.
_The Rover Boys in Alaska._]

"Lost in the ice fields!" went on Tom. "How terrible!"

The play went on. The young gold hunter and his partner were almost
frozen to death, when the scene shifted to the mining camp. Word of
the robbery was brought in by an Indian, and the father of the girl
organized a rescuing party, taking his daughter and half a dozen men
with him. On the way they ran across the villain and his cronies,
frozen stiff in the ice and snow and with the stolen nuggets in their
possession. Then the rescuing party went on, until they reached the
young gold hunter and his partner just in time to save them from death.
The young man was given his nuggets, and he asked for the hand of the
girl who had aided in the search; and all ended happily.

"Well, that was certainly a great play!" was Spud's comment, as the
students left the photo playhouse. "Wow! it made me fairly shiver to
look at that snow and those fields of ice!"

"It was just as if a fellow was there," said Sam.

"Think of the work of taking those films!" said Bob Grimes. "I'll
wager the photographer had pretty cold fingers!"

Thus the talk ran on, all of the students being enthusiastic over the
production. The only one who was rather quiet was Tom, and soon Sam
noticed this.

"What's the matter, Tom; don't you feel well?" he asked, anxiously.

"Nothing extra," was the answer, and Tom put his hands to his eyes. "I
guess that moving picture strained my head too much. But it was
great--best picture I ever saw! Say, I'd like to go to Alaska once,
wouldn't you, Sam?"

"Yes, but not to be caught in the ice and snow like that," returned