know," returned our hero, slowly. And then he saw that
Jessie's eyes were turned upon him and that they showed she was
troubled. "I don't think I care to take the matter up. You see, I came
here for a rest and a good time."

"I wouldn't mind taking a hand at it!" cried Luke.

"You can count me in, too!" added Shadow. "I'd like first-rate to see
myself on the screen in a moving-picture show," and his eyes lit up in
anticipation.

"Well, you fellows come down some time and we'll talk it over,"
concluded the manager. "I've got to get back now. We are getting ready
to put on quite an important drama to-morrow, and we have got to
rehearse a number of scenes. If you folks want to come up and look on,
you'll be welcome," he added, to the crowd in general.

When the moving-picture manager had departed, the boys set out to fish
along the brook that flowed into Mirror Lake. While getting ready for
the sport the conversation drifted around once more to Link Merwell.

"If he is in this vicinity, Dave, you can make sure he'll try to get in
on us somehow before he leaves," remarked Phil.

"I don't see what he can do," returned Luke.

"Oh, a fellow like Link can do lots of things!" burst out Ben. "Why, he
might even try to burn down the bungalows!"

"Do you think he's as bad as that?" questioned Shadow.

"Yes, I do!" was the flat answer.

Fishing in the vicinity of the lake was not very good, so the boys
pushed further and further up the brook, until they reached a point
where there was a little waterfall and a pool of considerable size. Here
fishing was better, and soon they had quite a number of specimens of the
finny tribe to their credit.

"Come on, Dave, let's go up a little farther," pleaded Phil. "I'd like
to see what this brook looks like beyond the falls."

"All right, I'll go," answered our hero. "What about you fellows?" he
asked, of the others.

"I'll stay here and rest," announced Roger. "I'm tired of scrambling
over the rocks."

"So am I," agreed Ben. Shadow and Luke also said they would remain in
the vicinity of the pool.

Dave and Phil found it no easy task to follow the brook, which wound in
and out among the rocks and brushwood. At one point they had to do some
hard climbing, and once the shipowner's son slipped and came close to
spraining an ankle.

"Say, I don't believe I'll go much farther, after all," declared Phil.
"This is rough and no mistake!"

"It is better walking a little farther on,