three or four men and several ladies, all stationed in
front of the old log cabin. One of the men was dressed in the garb of a
woodsman; and he held a large ax in his hands, raised over his head as
if to strike down one of the younger ladies. Then another of the ladies
rushed up, and fell on her knees with upraised hands in front of the
man.

"Hello, I know these people!" cried Dave, in astonishment. "They are the
moving-picture actors who were on board that burning steam yacht!"

CHAPTER XIV

SOMETHING OF A QUARREL

"The moving-picture actors, Dave?" queried Jessie, in wonder.

"Yes. Don't you see the man over there with the camera? He is grinding
out a picture of that scene."

"O my! is that the way they do it?" returned the girl, with interest.
"I've read about it, but I never had a chance before to see how it was
done."

Dave brought the canoe to a standstill, and both watched the little
drama being enacted before the old log cabin. Our hero saw that the
young lady in the scene was Della Ford, and the elderly lady the one she
had called Aunt Bess.

"All over!" exclaimed a man, who stood beside the individual at the
moving-picture camera. The latter had stopped turning the handle of the
machine, and now he proceeded to cover the whole outfit with a black
cloth.

"Well, I'm glad that's over!" those in the canoe heard Della Ford
exclaim. "Come, Aunt Bess, let us go back to the water." The young lady
turned from the group, and as she did so she caught sight of the canoe
and its occupants. She stared for an instant, and then her face lit up.

"Mr. Porter! is it possible!" she exclaimed. "I certainly didn't expect
to meet you up here. Aunt Bess, here is the young gentleman who saved us
from drowning."

"You don't tell me!" came from the aunt, and then both hurried their
steps toward a tiny dock beside which the canoe was resting.

"I certainly didn't expect to meet you again, and away up here in the
Adirondacks," answered Dave, with a smile. And then, as the young
moving-picture actress came closer, he introduced the girls to each
other.

"This is my aunt, Mrs. Bess Ford," announced Della, to Jessie. "I
suppose you saw us acting just now?"

"We did," answered Jessie. "It was quite interesting."

"I suppose it is, to an outsider," responded the young actress. "It gets
to be an old story with us; doesn't it, Aunt Bess?"

"Oh, I don't mind it," returned the aunt. "I'd rather be up here in the
wo