e for all of them to go away,
leaving old Toby as the sole guardian. They had too much at stake, since
their pleasure would be destroyed if the camp were raided successfully.

Reaching the lake Will spent much of his time taking views, while Bluff
set to work trying to entice the finny denizens of the water to bite
his lures.

As time went on he was fairly successful, and when they ate their lunch
he had quite a fair string of fish as the reward of his diligence.

Will proved to be a poor fisherman after all, especially when he had his
adored camera along, for he presently wandered off again.

"Don't go too far," warned Bluff, as he sat on the end of a log that
jutted out over the water a yard or more.

Engrossed with his sport, Bluff hardly noticed how time passed. Hearing a
step back of him, he called out:

"I got three more; what luck did you have, Will?"

He heard what sounded like a chuckling laugh back of him; and before he
could turn some one gave him a strong push. Bluff went over with a splash
into the lake.

CHAPTER XIII

THE COMING OF THE STORM

Bluff came up spluttering.

"Help! help!" he shouted, involuntarily, as well as a mouth half full of
water would permit.

But there was no one in sight. Whoever had shoved him into the lake had
mysteriously vanished, though a movement in the bushes told the direction
of his flight.

Recovering from the shock, Bluff found that he could clamber out without
much difficulty, and he hastened to do so.

His cries had been heard, however, for presently the sound of some one
running wildly came to his ears, and Will burst into view.

At sight of the dripping fisherman he broke into a shout.

"Caught a Tartar, did you, and he pulled you in? Oh! what wouldn't I have
just given to have been here? A snapshot of you going over would have
been the finest ever."

"Shut up! It wasn't a fish at all that yanked me overboard. Somebody
gave me a shove!" snapped Bluff, beginning to shiver, in spite of the
fact that the air seemed unusually warm, though the sun had disappeared
behind dark clouds.

"What! you were pushed in?" stammered Will; and he gathered up his camera
in his arms, casting a look of alarm around, as if afraid lest some
hideous form dart into view, bent on snatching it away.

"That's the truth. I was just sitting here when I heard a step. Thought
it was you, and asked how you had got on. Then the beggar laughed, gave
me a shove, and over I