g?' he puffed to a
gate-keeper. 'Nothing to nothing, middle of the second half,' answered
the gate-keeper. 'Is that so?' returned old Bixby. 'That's good! I
haven't missed anything,' and he passed in." And at this anecdote there
was a general laugh.

In the afternoon while the young folks were enjoying themselves in
various ways around the bungalows, they heard the put-put of a motor,
and looking out on Mirror Lake, saw the craft belonging to the
moving-picture company manager approaching, loaded with the furniture
that had been borrowed.

"Here they come with our things!" cried Ben. "Looks like a house moving;
doesn't it?"

They saw that the boat was in sole charge of Mr. Appleby, and as the
craft drew closer the moving-picture manager gave them a cheery hail.

"Going into the moving business instead of moving pictures, eh?" cried
Dave.

"I thought I might as well bring this stuff back while I had a chance,"
answered the manager, and soon brought his motor-boat to a standstill
beside the dock. Then the boys made short work of taking the furniture
back to the bungalows.

"I've got news for you, Mr. Porter," announced the moving-picture man,
after the job was finished. "I've seen that young rascal, Link Merwell."

"You have!" exclaimed Dave, eagerly. "Up at your camp?"

"That's it."

"Did you make him a prisoner?" asked Phil.

"I didn't get the chance. He was evidently on his guard, and as soon as
I told him what I knew, and that I was going to hand him over to the
authorities, he ran straight into the woods, and that was the last any
of us saw of him. He even left his suitcase and a light overcoat
behind."

"Well, it's too bad he got away," returned our hero. "I thought sure if
he had the audacity to show himself here we'd get a chance to capture
him."

"I was foolish not to make him a prisoner as soon as he appeared,"
answered Thomas Appleby. "But I didn't think he would run away in that
fashion, leaving his outfit behind. Besides, what he'll do in the woods
behind our camp is a mystery to me. I asked old Tad Rason if there were
any roads back there, and he said not within a couple of miles; so
Merwell stands a good chance of losing himself completely."

"Great Scott! Supposing he should get into the woods and be unable to
get out again!" burst out Roger.

"Well, such things have happened," answered Luke. "I heard only last
winter of a man who was lost in the Maine woods."

"Yes, and Tad Rason told