We may be able to become acquainted with them some day."

CHAPTER XVI

AT THE MOVING PICTURE THEATER

The moving picture theater was large enough to hold several hundred
people, and when the boys entered they found the place almost full.

"There are some seats--over on the left," remarked Jack, as he pointed
them out. "Two in one row and two directly behind."

"Why not two in one row and two directly in front?" returned Andy,
gaily, and then headed for the seats.

"You and Fred had better sit in front, and Randy and I can take the
back seats," went on Jack; and so it was arranged.

They had come in between pictures and while some doors had been open
for ventilation, so that the place was fairly light. As Jack took his
seat he noticed that the girls who had come in just ahead of the boys
were sitting close by.

"They certainly do look like nice girls," was Jack's mental comment;
and he could not help but cast a second glance at the girl sitting
directly next to him. She was attired in a dark blue suit trimmed in
fur and held a hat to match in her lap. Jack noted that she was fair of
complexion, with dark, wavy hair.

"I'm thinking this is going to be a pretty interesting picture for us,
Andy," remarked Randy, as the name of the production was flashed upon
the screen. "'The Gold Hunter's Secret--A Drama of the Yukon,'" he
read. "That must have been taken in Alaska."

"That's right, Randy," returned his twin. "Gee! I hope this Alaskan
play doesn't affect us; like that other Alaskan play once affected
dad," he went on, referring to a most remarkable happening, the details
of which were given in "The Rover Boys in Alaska."

"It isn't likely to," answered Randy, promptly. "Poor dad was in no
mental condition to attend that show, Uncle Dick once told me. He had
been knocked on the head with a footstool, and that had affected his
mind."

The four Rovers were soon absorbed in the stirring drama of the Alaskan
gold fields, and for the time being almost forgot their surroundings.
In the midst of the last reel, however, Jack felt the girl beside him
stirring.

"It's my hatpin," she whispered. "It just fell to the floor."

"I'll get it," he returned promptly, and started to hunt in the dark.
He had to get up and push up his seat before the hatpin was recovered.

"Oh, thank you very much," said the girl sweetly, when he presented the
article to her.

"You are welcome, I'm sure," returned the Rover boy; and