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Several days went by and during that time the coldness that had sprung
up between Dave and Jessie increased, although both did their best to
hide it from the others.
One afternoon while the girl was off with Laura and Belle for a tramp
along a brook that flowed into the lake not far from the bungalows, Mr.
Appleby came into the cove in his motor-boat, bringing with him an old
hunter and guide of that vicinity, named Tad Rason, and also Della Ford
and her Aunt Bess. They found Dave, Roger, and Phil at the dock,
fishing.
"Any luck?" called out the manager of the moving-picture company,
cheerily.
"Some, but not a great deal," answered Dave, and he and the others
pulled in their lines, so that they might not become entangled in the
propeller of the boat.
"You'll have to go to the other shore for good fishing," said Tad Rason,
who had already shown himself at the bungalows and made himself known.
"The fish are mighty scarce around here."
"I'd like to go fishing sometime!" exclaimed Della, with a smile and a
nod to Dave and his chums. "I never caught a fish in my life. Mr.
Porter, couldn't you show me how to do it?" she asked, sweetly.
"I might, if the fish was willing to be caught," answered Dave, with a
grin.
"Oh, I am sure I could catch one if you would only show me how,"
returned the young actress.
"Well, if you are going to fish with worms you've got to first learn how
to put one on a hook," said Phil.
"O my! I'm sure that I don't want to put a squirming worm on any hook!"
cried Della, with a slight shudder. "I want to fish with one of those
beautiful flies, it's so much more interesting."
"I came down on a peculiar errand," broke in Mr. Appleby, after he had
tied up at the dock. "I would like to borrow a little furniture from you
for one day only."
"Furniture?" queried Roger.
"Yes. You see, we have an interior scene up at our cottage, but we
haven't got just the furniture that the drama calls for. I noticed when
I stopped at your bungalows yesterday that you had several pieces that
are just the ones required. If you will lend them to me to-day, I will
see that you get them back safely by to-morrow."
"You'll have to see Mrs. Wadsworth and Mrs. Basswood about that,"
returned Dave. "Not but that I think it will be all right," he added,
hastily.
"Come up here to do some shooting, I suppose, just as soon as the season
opens?" remarked Tad Rason, to the boys.
"Well, we won't object to bringing down a deer or two if we get the
chance," answered our hero. "But I rather imagine deer are scarce around
here. I haven't seen any of them yet."
"Oh, you'll find plenty of deer up at the head of the lake," returned
the old hunter. "They don't come down here much. They always left this
spot for the bears."
"The bears! Oh, Mr. Rason! you surely don't mean that?" cried Della
Ford.
"But I certainly do, ma'am. This was always a great place for bears.
That's why they call this end of the lake Bear Camp. I shot one of 'em
here last winter, and I got an old she-bear and her two cubs here two
years afore that."
"We haven't seen any traces of bears," said Phil.
"You'll see 'em sooner or later," returned the old hunter, with
conviction. "They are bound to come here."
"What makes you say they are bound to come?" questioned Dave, curiously.
"Is there any particular reason for it?"
"I think there is, young man. So far as I can understand it, I think the
bears come here in the fall to get certain roots and herbs that they
like to eat. I think they find more of 'em around here than they do
anywhere else, and that's what fetches 'em."
"And do you think the bears keep the deer away from here?" questioned
Roger.
"I don't know as to that. But I do know that bears and deer don't mix
very well," answered Tad Rason.
While Mr. Appleby was negotiating with Mrs. Wadsworth and Mrs. Basswood
for the loan of several pieces of rustic furniture which the bungalows
contained, Della Ford and her aunt visited with the boys. The young
actress wanted to know all about what the young folks at the bungalows
had been doing, and expressed her delight at the cosiness of the place,
and its beautiful surroundings.
Mr. Appleby, aided by Tad Rason, carried the borrowed furniture down to
the motor-boat. There was more of it than the manager had at first
anticipated taking, and, as a consequence, the craft was well loaded.
"I don't see how we are going to sit in there with all that furniture
packed around us!" exclaimed Della, in dismay, as she viewed the
situation.
"You might sit in that rocking-chair on the bow," suggested Phil, with a
broad smile; and at this suggestion there was a general laugh.
"No, thank you. I have no desire to be spilled overboard. I went
overboard once, and that was quite enough," answered the young actress.
"I'll tell you what we might do," answered Dave. "We could take you and
your aunt in one of the rowboats, and have the motor-boat tow it."
"Oh, that would be lovely!" cried Della. "What do you say, Aunt Bess;
shall we do it?"
"I'm willing, if it is safe," answered the aunt, "I don't want to go to
the bottom of this lake any more than I wanted to go to the bottom of
the Atlantic 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 back anything from me," and she caught her
chum around the shoulder and held her tightly.
"Well, if you must know, it's this: Jessie can't forget that Dave saved
Miss Ford from drowning."
"Oh, I see what you mean, Belle! You think that because Dave did that
Jessie thinks he might get more interested in her than would otherwise
be the case."
"Not exactly that, Laura. Jessie may imagine that Miss Ford is quite
interested in Dave."
[Illustration: "HELLO! HELLO! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"--_Page
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"Oh, I see!" Dave's sister was silent for a moment. "But you forget one
thing, Belle; Dave saved Jessie's life, too. Don't you remember that I
told you of it? A gasoline tank exploded, and she was in danger of being
burned to death when Dave jumped in and----"
"Oh, yes, I remember that very well, and you may be sure that Jessie
remembers it, too. But then this rescue was so much more recent."
At these words Laura grew more thoughtful than ever, and suddenly she
caught her western chum by the arm and pulled Belle into a path leading
to the dock.
"What now, Laura?"
"Oh, Belle! do you really think there is anything in that? Do you think
that is what has made Jessie act so queerly for the last couple of days?
I noticed she was not herself at all; and Dave seemed to be different,
too."
"If you want the truth of it, I do think there is some sort of a quarrel
between them. Of course, I am not sure it is on Miss Ford's account. But
they don't act as they used to."
"It's too bad!" and Laura's face showed great seriousness. "I wouldn't
have anything come between Dave and Jessie for the world!"
"It would be a great shame, there is no doubt of that," answered the
girl from the ranch.
When the pair entered the bungalow they found that Jessie had gone to
her room. She was lying on a couch, and though the light was dim, Laura
could see quite plainly that her friend had been crying.
"You poor dear!" said Dave's sister, going up and placing her hand on
Jessie's forehead. "Is your headache worse?"
"Not much, Laura," was the answer. Jessie turned over with her face
toward the wall. "I just want to be left alone awhile, and then I'll be
all right."
"Don't you want me to get you anything at all?"
"No. Just leave me alone, that's all."
Laura stood by the side of the couch for a moment. She was on the point
of speaking again. She wanted very much to relieve her mind, but
concluded that it might not be a wise thing to do. She tiptoed to the
doorway, where she encountered Belle, and both walked to another part of
the bungalow.
"And do you really think it was a headache, Laura?" whispered Belle,
when the two were safe out of earshot of any of the others.
"She may have a headache, but I think it is more than that," was the
reply from Dave's sister. "Oh, Belle, if matters are as you think they
are, what in the world are we going to do?"
"I don't know of anything to do, Laura. I don't believe it would be a
wise thing to say anything to Jessie."
"Then suppose I talk to Dave?"
"You can suit yourself about that. But if I were you I'd be very
careful. Boys are as touchy as girls when it comes to a subject like
that."
"Do you really think so?"
"I certainly do."
"Then I will be very cautious. But I've just got to say something,"
declared Laura.