think Link will come up here?" asked Roger.

"I don't know what to think. He is likely to do almost anything. But I
doubt whether he will want to place himself in any position where we can
get hold of him."

"What a fool Link has been," was Phil's comment.

When the rowboat returned to the dock at the camp, the boys found only
Laura and Belle on the veranda of one of the bungalows.

"Where's Jessie?" asked Dave.

"She has a headache and is lying down," answered Laura, and looked at
her brother closely.

"That's too bad," he answered. "Can't you do anything for it?"

"She wanted to be left alone, Dave."

"I wonder if I can't do something?"

"I don't think so."

Roger and Phil sat down on the veranda, and were soon joined by Luke and
Shadow.

"Where is Ben?" questioned Roger.

"He went to Carpen Falls with his father and Mr. Porter for the mail,"
answered Mrs. Basswood, who had joined the group.

"I hope I get a letter from daddy," cried Belle. "Why, just think! I
haven't had a letter for three days," she pouted.

"I'd like a letter, too," put in Phil. "I haven't had a word from home
since I left," and his face clouded, as he remembered his father's
troubles over the land question.

Dave had been seated on the end of the piazza, but now he arose and
walked over to the other bungalow. Here he met Mrs. Wadsworth just
coming from Jessie's room.

"It's only a slight headache, Dave," said the lady, in answer to his
question. "I think Jessie will be all right in the morning. She thought
she had better stay where she is this evening."

"I wish I could help her, Mrs. Wadsworth," returned the youth, quickly.
"Isn't there something I can do?"

"Nothing that I know of," was the reply, and then Mrs. Wadsworth walked
out of the bungalow to join her husband, who was smoking a cigar in a
little pavilion that overlooked the lake.

Dave took a turn or two across the living-room. He was very much
disturbed in mind, and felt that he ought to do something.

"I'll take a chance, and knock on the door anyhow," he told himself, and
moving to the door of Jessie's room, he tapped lightly. Then, as there
was no response, he tapped again.

"Who is it?" came from the girl.

"It is I, Jessie. Can't I do something for you?"

"No, I don't think you can," she returned, quickly.

"The others told me you had a headache. I'm very sorry to hear that. I
wish I could do something to make you feel better."

"You can't do a thi