frosted, mine dear chap, und dis is der only vay to make dem proper. I
know, I have been in der Far North."

"That's right--it's the best way. Hold snow on your frosted ears or
nose, whatever it happens to be," declared Mr. Pertell. "You can thank
Mr. Switzer for saving you a lot of trouble, Mr. Sneed."

"Humph! It's a funny thing to be thankful for--because someone washes
your face with snow," declared the grouchy actor.

It was two days later before Russ had time to carry out his plan of
"filming the faker," as he referred to it. Then he and Paul, with Ruth
and Alice, went to the two cabins. Russ took along a special moving
picture camera made for fast work, and one with a lens that admitted of
a long focus.

"For Merley may not come very near the small cabin," the young moving
picture operator said. "I may have to get him a long way off. But I
don't want to miss him."

When the four were in the vicinity of the place they proceeded
cautiously, for they did not want to expose themselves. From a screen of
bushes Russ took an observation, and announced that the coast was clear.

"We'll slip into the cabin, and stay there as long as we can," Russ
said, and they ran across an open space. As far as they could tell they
were not observed.

Two hours passed, and Russ was beginning to be afraid his plan would be
a failure, for that day at least.

"But I'll come back again to-morrow, and the next day--until I film that
faker!" he exclaimed. "I'm going to expose him!"

"Look!" exclaimed Paul, who was standing near a window. "There are two
men over near that other cabin. Is one of them Merley?"

Russ and Alice reached the window at the same time.

"There he is!" Alice cried.

"And walking as well as any man," Russ exclaimed. "Here's where I get
him!"

The moving picture camera was brought to the casement, and a moment
later Russ began clicking away at it. He had it focused on Merley who,
with Fripp, was walking about the other cabin. Merley walked without the
suspicion of a limp, and a little later he took a shovel, and began
clearing snow away from some of the walks.

"Good!" cried Russ. "Better and better! If he can do such strenuous work
as that he isn't hurt. This cooks your goose, Dan Merley!"

He continued to grind away, getting the proof of the fellow's
criminality on the sensitive film.

"Oh, they're coming over this way!" exclaimed Ruth. "What shall we do?"

"Nothing," declared Russ, calmly. "The ne