ic Ocean."

"It's perfectly safe," answered Dave. "The boat's a good broad one, so
there is no danger of its tipping over--not unless Mr. Appleby makes a
quick turn, and I don't suppose he will do that."

"If I pull your rowboat I'll be as steady as an old freight engine," was
the manager's reply. "It's very kind of you boys to do this."

The best and broadest of the rowboats was brought around, and Della Ford
and her aunt were assisted into the craft. Then, after the boys had
procured a pair of oars, they, too, embarked, and the motor-boat headed
back for the moving picture company's camp.

"Hello! hello! Where are you going?"

The cry came from the shore at a point where the brook ran into the
lake, and looking in that direction, those in the rowboat saw Jessie,
Laura, and Belle just emerging from behind some brushwood and rocks. The
girl from the West was swinging her broad hat vigorously.

"We are going to take these ladies home!" yelled Dave. "We'll be back
soon."

"Oh, see; the motor-boat is loaded with furniture!" exclaimed Dave's
sister. "What a funny sight!"

"I didn't know those folks were going to visit us to-day," was Jessie's
comment, and her face showed she was not at all pleased.

"See! they have Miss Ford and her aunt with them," said Belle. "Miss
Ford is a stunning girl; isn't she?"

"She certainly is quite good-looking," returned Laura. "What do you say,
Jessie?"

"Oh, I don't think she is any better-looking than lots of other girls I
know," returned Jessie, rather coldly. "Come on, let's get back to the
bungalows; this long tramp has tired me dreadfully."

"You do look rather pale," said Belle, kindly. "Don't you feel well?"

"I've got a little headache, that's all. I think I'll go back to the
bungalow and rest," returned Jessie; and went on ahead, soon
disappearing within one of the buildings.

"Do you know, Laura, I don't believe Jessie likes that Miss Ford a bit,"
was the comment of the western girl, when she was alone with Dave's
sister.

"Why shouldn't she like Miss Ford, Belle? She seems to be a nice enough
girl, and I don't think the fact she acts in the movies ought to be held
against her."

"I don't think it is that, Laura. It is something else."

"Something else? What do you mean?"

"Oh, I don't know that I ought to mention it. Come on, let us get up to
the bungalows."

"But, Belle, do tell me what you think," pleaded Laura. "You know you
haven't any right to keep ba