s of the actors and
actresses who had to pretend they were being robbed by the masked men,
he spoke to the Bobbsey twins.

"Don't you want to act for the movies again?" he asked, laughing.

"Oh, yes!" cried Flossie and Freddie.

"I'm afraid we haven't time now," said Mrs. Bobbsey with a smile. "We
shall get home late, as it is. When is the train going to start again?"

"Pretty soon," answered Mr. Weston.

A few more pictures were taken and then the engineer blew the whistle.
The moving picture people got in a big automobile to ride away.

"All aboard!" called the conductor, waving his hand to the engineer who
was looking from the window of his cab. "All aboard!"

"Come on!" cried Mr. Bobbsey, and he and the twins, as well as the fresh
air children, were soon in the car again, speeding on toward Lakeport.

"That's the first time I ever saw moving pictures taken," said Tommy
Todd.

"We go to moving picture shows lots of times," said Flossie. "I like
'em, 'specially when they have fairy plays."

"I like 'em too," replied Tommy. "Only I don't get to see 'em very
often. There aren't very many nickels lying loose around our house.
Sometimes I only make five cents in a whole day."

"Oh, I didn't find out how much money there was in my bank," said
Freddie. "I was just doing it when the train stopped. Wait a minute,
Tommy, and I'll ask my father."

Back once more the chubby little "fireman" went to where his father sat,
and again he asked the question about the money, and about buying a ship
to search for the lost sea captain.

"What's all this?" asked Mr. Bobbsey in surprise. "Who is this Tommy
Todd?"

"He's one of the fresh air boys," answered Freddie. "There he is in the
seat ahead of Flossie."

"He is one of our nicest boys," put in Miss Carter, the fresh air lady.
"I was so glad we could send him out to the farm. He lives with his
grandmother on the outskirts of the city near the dumps, and, though the
home is a very poor one, Mrs. Todd keeps it very neat. She sews for a
living."

"Tommy's father was lost at sea, and Tommy and I are going to rescue him
from a desert island," cried Freddie eagerly. "How much money have I in
my bank, Daddy?"

"Was his father really shipwrecked?" asked Mr. Bobbsey of Miss Carter.

"I believe he was, yes. Before then Tommy and his grandmother lived
well. We help them all we can, but there are so many poor."

"Tommy can run errands," put in Freddie. "He works for Mr. Fitc