the bungalows, Mr.
Appleby came into the cove in his motor-boat, bringing with him an old
hunter and guide of that vicinity, named Tad Rason, and also Della Ford
and her Aunt Bess. They found Dave, Roger, and Phil at the dock,
fishing.

"Any luck?" called out the manager of the moving-picture company,
cheerily.

"Some, but not a great deal," answered Dave, and he and the others
pulled in their lines, so that they might not become entangled in the
propeller of the boat.

"You'll have to go to the other shore for good fishing," said Tad Rason,
who had already shown himself at the bungalows and made himself known.

"The fish are mighty scarce around here."

"I'd like to go fishing sometime!" exclaimed Della, with a smile and a
nod to Dave and his chums. "I never caught a fish in my life. Mr.
Porter, couldn't you show me how to do it?" she asked, sweetly.

"I might, if the fish was willing to be caught," answered Dave, with a
grin.

"Oh, I am sure I could catch one if you would only show me how,"
returned the young actress.

"Well, if you are going to fish with worms you've got to first learn how
to put one on a hook," said Phil.

"O my! I'm sure that I don't want to put a squirming worm on any hook!"
cried Della, with a slight shudder. "I want to fish with one of those
beautiful flies, it's so much more interesting."

"I came down on a peculiar errand," broke in Mr. Appleby, after he had
tied up at the dock. "I would like to borrow a little furniture from you
for one day only."

"Furniture?" queried Roger.

"Yes. You see, we have an interior scene up at our cottage, but we
haven't got just the furniture that the drama calls for. I noticed when
I stopped at your bungalows yesterday that you had several pieces that
are just the ones required. If you will lend them to me to-day, I will
see that you get them back safely by to-morrow."

"You'll have to see Mrs. Wadsworth and Mrs. Basswood about that,"
returned Dave. "Not but that I think it will be all right," he added,
hastily.

"Come up here to do some shooting, I suppose, just as soon as the season
opens?" remarked Tad Rason, to the boys.

"Well, we won't object to bringing down a deer or two if we get the
chance," answered our hero. "But I rather imagine deer are scarce around
here. I haven't seen any of them yet."

"Oh, you'll find plenty of deer up at the head of the lake," returned
the old hunter. "They don't come down here much. They always left t