spoke Ruth. "Never mind, perhaps
it will come to me later."

And all the remainder of the day she tried in vain to recall where she
had seen that face before.

Mr. Macksey seemed a trifle disturbed when told of the man being on the
hill with a gun.

"One of those pesky hunters!" he exclaimed. "I've got notices posted all
over the property of Elk Lodge, but they don't seem to do any good. I
guess I'll have to get after those fellows and give 'em a piece of my
mind. I'd like to find out where they are stopping."

The next few days were busy ones for the picture actors, and a number
of dramas were filmed. In one, two snow forts were built, and the
company indulged in a snowball battle before the camera.

"And now for something new," said Mr. Pertell one day, as he called the
company together in the big living room of the lodge, and pointed to
something piled in one corner. "You'll have to have a few days'
practice, I think, so I give you fair notice."

"More coasting?" asked Mr. Sneed, suspiciously.

"No--snowshoes, this time," replied the manager. "I am going to have you
all travel on them in one scene, and as they are rather awkward you had
better take a few lessons."

"Lessons on snowshoes!" cried Ruth. "Who can give them to us?"

"I have a teacher," said the manager. "Russ, tell Billy Jack to come
in," and there entered from the porch a tall Indian, dressed in modern
garb.

Miss Pennington screamed, as did Miss Dixon, but the Indian smiled,
showing some very fine and white teeth, and said in a gentle voice:

"Don't be alarmed, ladies, I have no scalping knife with me, and I
assure you that you will soon be able to get about on snowshoes."

CHAPTER XV

A TIMELY SHOT

Surprise, for the moment, made every member of the moving picture
company silent. That an Indian should speak so correctly was a matter of
amazement. Mr. Pertell smiled quizzically as he remarked.

"Billy Jack is one of the last of his tribe. He is a full-blooded
Indian, but he has been to Carlisle, which may account for some things."

"I should say it would," murmured Paul Ardite. "I'm glad I didn't give a
war whoop!"

"I learned to use snowshoes when I was a boy," went on the Indian, who,
though roughly dressed was cultured. "I have kept it up ever since," he
went on. "I have charge of a gang of men getting out some lumber, not
far from here, and when Mr. Macksey told me there was a company of
moving picture actors and actres