"Look out there!"
"Don't let those rockets hit you!"
"Say, this is like a Fourth of July!"
Such were some of the cries that came from the boys on the forward deck of the steamer when they saw the bunch of rockets flying swiftly toward them. They had barely time to leap to one side when, with a loud hissing, two of the rockets fell on the deck not far away. The others just grazed the rail and swept overboard.
"We've got to put them out!" yelled Phil, and started to rush forward, intending to stamp on the rockets, when Dave hauled him back.
"Look out, Phil! They may be on the point of explo——"
Bang! Bang! Dave did not have time to finish what he was saying when the rockets went off in rapid succession, hurling the bits of fire in all directions. Phil was burnt a little on one cheek, and Dave and Roger each had a hand scorched, but that was all. Then, realizing that the worst wasover, all the boys rushed forward and stamped out what was left of the flames.
"Anybody hurt up there?" It was a cry from Captain Bradley, who came forward on a run, followed by Mr. Lawrence.
"No. We're all right," gasped Phil. "But we might not be if it hadn't been for Dave;" and he gave our hero a grateful look.
The explosion on the steam yacht had caused a wilder panic than ever, and in a twinkling a number of those on board leaped into the water.
"Man the boats!" was the order from Captain Bradley.
TheEaglethad already heaved to, and two rowboats manned by the sailors and commanded by the first mate and a boatswain were soon lowered to the water. While this was being done, the boys, led by Phil and Dave, rushed to a third rowboat.
"Now be careful, boys," warned Mr. Lawrence. "Perhaps I had better go with you."
"Just as you say, Dad," answered Phil. "We can take care of ourselves though."
"All right then, I won't go, for you may want the room for those you pick up," answered the shipowner; and a moment later the rowboat was in the water and following the other small craft to the side of the burning vessel.
Seeing those from theEagletcoming to therescue, several others leaped overboard, so that those in the rowboats had all they could do to move without hitting any one.
"Save me! Save me! Don't let me drown!" yelled an elderly man, and caught hold of one of the oars.
"All right, we'll save you. Take it easy," returned the first mate of theEaglet; and soon those in the mate's rowboat had the man on board. In the meantime, the boat in command of the boatswain pulled in a woman and a little boy.
Dave and his chums had their craft headed to where they had made out the forms of a woman and a girl struggling in the water. They soon reached the first of the pair, and after considerable difficulty managed to drag her on board.
"Oh, thank you, thank you!" gasped the woman, as she sank down on the stern seat. "Now save Della! save Della!" she cried, and then suddenly collapsed.
Dave had his eyes on the girl, and was on the point of reaching for her when she suddenly threw up her arms and disappeared.
"She's gone under!" gasped Roger.
"Will she come up again?" asked Shadow, anxiously.
"There she is! Over there!" yelled Phil, and pointed to a spot several yards away.
A hand and an arm had shown themselves, butthat was all. In less than two seconds they disappeared again.
Dave had done some rapid thinking. Before leaving the steamer the boys had thrown off their coats. Now standing up, Dave cast his cap to the bottom of the boat, and made a quick dive overboard.
"He's gone after her!"
"Good for Dave! It's the only thing to do if that girl is to be saved."
"Row on and keep your eyes wide open," directed Phil. "I don't think they'll get very far away."
Dave had calculated the distance as closely as possible, and once under water he pushed ahead with all speed in the direction where he had seen the hand and arm. While at Oak Hall he had learned the trick of swimming under water with his eyes open, and this now stood him in good stead.
"There she is," he thought, as he caught sight of something white passing just to the left of him. He made a quick turn, and a few seconds later had the girl by the hand. Then Dave caught her under the arms, and treading water, brought both her and himself to the surface.
"There they are!" he heard Phil cry, and the next moment the rowboat came up close.
"Oh, oh! sa—sa—save m—me!" spluttered the girl; and breaking loose, she swung around and caught Dave tightly by the neck.
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It was the strangle-hold of a drowning person, and our hero might have fared badly had not assistance been at hand. But as it was, Roger and Phil reached out, and while Shadow and Ben balanced the rowboat, this pair hauled the girl on board. Then they aided Dave in getting in.
"Oh, oh! Is sh—she d—dead?" gasped the girl, as she looked at the woman who had collapsed on the stern seat.
"No, she has only fainted," answered Roger. "She'll soon be over it."
"How brave you are to come to our rescue!" went on the girl, turning to Dave. "I—I thought I was going to drown!" and she shuddered.
"It was a pretty close call," answered Phil. "My friend here jumped overboard just in the nick of time."
There was just then little time to say more, for others were in the water crying for assistance. In the meantime, there was another cry from the deck of the steam yacht.
"Don't jump overboard! It isn't necessary. The fire is out!"
"Hello! Did you hear that?" queried Dave. "Somebody said the fire is out."
By this time the two other rowboats had pickedup eight of those who had leaped overboard. The boys succeeded in getting on board two others, a short, fat man who was puffing like a porpoise, and a young man.
"That settles it," snorted the fat man, as he sank down on one of the seats. "No more ocean pictures for me! All the dramas I act in after this will be on dry land."
"And I sha'n't go to sea again for Mr. Appleby," answered the girl who had been rescued. She was rapidly recovering, and so was the woman on the stern seat.
"Got everybody?" yelled a man from the deck of the steam yacht. And by his cap and uniform the boys knew he must be the captain of the vessel.
"I think so," answered the first mate of theEaglet.
"It was foolish of them to jump overboard," grumbled the captain of the steam yacht. "I told all of them there was no danger."
"No danger!" snorted the mate of theEaglet. "How do you make that out, with all that fire?"
"It wasn't fire—that is, not much of it," was the answer. "It was mostly smoke. We have a moving picture company on board, and they had a lot of fireworks, some of 'em tied up in old sail cloth. The fireworks started to go off—why I don't know—and they set fire to the cloth, and when we wet that down it made anawful smoke. But all the stuff was in a zinc-lined compartment, so there wasn't much real danger. The worst was when those rockets went off and shot up right out of the hatchway."
"And are you sure the fire is entirely out?" asked the mate of Mr. Lawrence's vessel.
"Just about. We'll have the men make a search, so that there won't be any further danger."
After a little more conversation the three rowboats were brought close to the steam yacht, from the side of which a ladder had been lowered.
"O dear! Are we to go back to that boat?" queried the girl Dave had saved from drowning.
She was a miss of perhaps eighteen years, tall and slender, with brown hair and big brown eyes. She appealed to our hero as she spoke.
"I don't see what else there is to do," he answered, "unless you want to be taken to our steamer."
"What place is your steamer bound for?"
"We hope to make Portland some time this afternoon."
"Oh indeed! Then I think I would rather go aboard that steamer than back on the yacht," answered the young lady. "What do you think, Aunt Bess?" she went on, appealing to the woman in the rowboat, who by this time had recovered from her plunge into the sea.
"I think I would like to get ashore as soon as possible, Della," returned the aunt. "I just hate the water, anyway, and I don't think I'll take another sea trip in a hurry."
"Oh, say, Miss Ford, you might as well go back on the steam yacht. I guess the danger is all over," put in the fourth person who had been picked up—a young man about Dave's age. "Didn't you hear the captain say that the fire was out?"
"Yes, I know," answered Della Ford. "But I'm so afraid, Mr. Porton," and the girl looked rather helplessly at those around her.
"Where is that steam yacht bound for?" questioned Phil.
"We were going somewhere outside of Cape Cod," answered the stout man who had been rescued. "But I guess Mr. Appleby will have to give the trip up for the present. He's the manager of our company, you know," he added, by way of explanation.
"What sort of a company is that—a theatrical company?" asked Shadow.
"Oh, no. This is a moving-picture company—one belonging to the Appleby Film Corporation."
"Oh, then you are all moving-picture actors!" cried Ben, with interest.
"Yes," answered the young man. "But wedidn't come out to get into any such scene as this," he added, with a short laugh.
By this time a number of those in the rowboats had been assisted to the deck of the steam yacht, and those above were calling down to those in the rowboat manned by Dave and his chums.
"Say, young men, I'm very much obliged to you for what you did for me," cried the stout man, heartily, as he prepared to ascend the ladder. "I guess I was foolish to jump overboard when there was no great danger."
"It's too bad Case didn't get a picture of that scene," said the young man named Porton. "It would have been a dandy to work into one of the sea dramas."
"I guess that's right," returned Dave, with a grim smile.
"Much obliged to all of you," went on Ward Porton. "If there are any charges, send the bill to Mr. Thomas Appleby, the manager. He ought to reward you handsomely for saving a part of his company." And with these words he followed the stout man to the deck of the steam yacht.
"Aren't you folks coming up?" came a call from the manager of the moving-picture company, as he leaned over the rail.
"Oh, Mr. Appleby, I don't want to stay out here!" cried Della Ford, "and neither does myAunt Bess! The young men here say their boat is going to Portland. Maybe we had better go there and take the train to Boston."
"Oh, there is no use in doing that, Miss Ford," answered the manager. "The fire is out, and it is perfectly safe on board now. You had better come up here. I will help you," and he reached down with his hand.
"I don't suppose it will be just the right thing to do, to desert the company," said Mrs. Ford, the girl's aunt. "We still have to act in several scenes on the ship, you must remember."
"Very well, Aunty, just as you say," returned the girl. "But oh! I must thank this young man for what he did for me!" she went on. And at the danger of causing the rowboat to tip, she bent over and caught Dave's hand in both of her own. "Won't you please tell me your name?"
"It's Dave Porter," was the answer. "Come, let me help you up the ladder."
"My name is Della Ford, and I belong in Boston. You are a very brave young man, and I shall never forget you. Some time when you are in Boston you must come to see me."
"Thank you, Miss Ford, perhaps I will," answered Dave. And after a word or two more, he assisted the young lady up the ladder. Then the boys helped Mrs. Ford, who was still so weak that she could hardly stand.
The first mate of theEagletwas on the deck of the steam yacht, talking to the captain. In the meantime several sailors were at work putting out the last sparks of the fire. Quite a quantity of fireworks had gone off, and the burnt portions were thrown overboard. The moving-picture manager explained that the fireworks had been brought along to be used in one of the film dramas.
"Might as well get back to the steamer," suggested Roger, after several minutes had passed, during which time the boys had been calling to those on the deck of the steam yacht. "We can't do anything more here."
"All right," returned Phil, and gave orders to pull away.
"Good-bye, Mr. Porter!" called out Della Ford, waving her hand. "Thank you ever so much for what you did. And don't forget to call and see me when you come to Boston."
"Good-bye," returned Dave; and a moment later the rowboat shot out of hearing and was headed toward theEaglet.
"I think those on board that steam yacht can congratulate themselves because the fire was no worse," remarked Roger, when the boys had returned to theEaglet.
"Yes indeed," answered Dave. "Some fires at sea are terrible things, and cause a great loss of life."
"Seems to me Dave was the hero of the occasion!" burst out Ben. "He did the really-and-truly rescue act."
"Come now, don't start anything like that!" interrupted Dave, hastily. "I only did what any of you might have done."
"I know one thing," remarked Phil, closing one eye suggestively. "Dave made some hit with the young lady he pulled out of the water."
"That's right!" agreed Shadow. "Why, do you know I thought Miss Ford was going to throw her arms right around his neck."
"Oh, cut it! cut it!" said Dave, growing red in the face. "Shadow, your imagination will be the death of you."
"Oh, I don't know," replied the former story-teller of Oak Hall, coolly. "She certainly was smitten, Dave."
"Not at all. She was grateful, that's all."
"Just the same, Dave, if we get to Boston you'll have to call on her," remarked Roger, with a grin.
"We can all call if you feel that way about it," answered our hero. "I rather think some of you were smitten pretty badly." And at this sally there was a general laugh.
It was some time before the last of the rowboats returned to the steamer. The first mate brought a report to Captain Bradley and Mr. Lawrence, to which the boys listened with interest. The mate said that it was thought on board the steam yacht that the fire had started from a cigarette thrown away by one of the moving-picture actors, a young man named Ward Porton, but that this could not be proved. The mate stated that the captain of the steam yacht was quite upset over the occurrence, as he considered that the fire was due to carelessness, and nothing else. He had told the mate privately that it would be a long time before he would take out another moving-picture company on his vessel.
"He says they are doing all sorts of stunts on the ship, and taking pictures of 'em," went on the mate. "He says some of the actors and actressesare pretty good people, but the rest of the bunch act like wild Indians."
"Ward Porton!" exclaimed Dave, turning to his chums. "Why, that is the young fellow we hauled out of the water!"
"That's right," returned Phil. "Maybe he got scared when he found out that his cigarette had started the fire and that was one reason why he jumped overboard."
"I didn't like the manner of that fellow at all," was Shadow's comment. "He looked like a pretty loose sort of a character."
"Well, I don't know. I thought he looked like——" began Ben, and then stopped suddenly, in some confusion.
"Looked like what, Ben?" asked Dave, curiously.
"Oh, it doesn't matter, Dave," answered his Crumville chum. "Just the same, I can't help but think that—Oh well, never mind, let it go."
"But what did you think he looked like, Ben?" put in Phil. "Come, what are you so mysterious about?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter, I tell you," answered Ben, and now looked more confused than ever.
"Hello! Ben is trying to hide some deep and dark mystery," put in Shadow. "Come now, little boy, unlimber your mind and let us know what it is."
"Well; if you've got to know, I'll tell you. I was thinking that in some way that Ward Porton looked something like Dave."
"Say, that's right!" burst out Phil, and then added quickly to our hero: "No offense, old man, but he did resemble you—only of course he was not so good-looking."
"Yes, there was some resemblance," said Roger, "but I don't think it was enough to count; so Dave needn't worry."
"I guess Mr. Ward Porton has a perfect right to his looks," remarked Dave calmly. "And if he and I resemble each other, that is nobody's fault. I don't suppose I'll ever see that fellow again." But in this surmise our hero was very much mistaken; in the weeks to come he was to see a great deal of Ward Porton.
It was not long after this when theEagletresumed her run for Portland. As the other vessel was headed in the opposite direction, they soon passed out of sight of the craft. Then Portland Light came into view, and before long theEagletwas passing the numerous islands of Casco Bay.
"This would be a dandy place to pass the rest of the summer," was Roger's comment, as he and Dave stood by the rail, watching the beautiful scene as it was unfolded before them. The bay was very calm, and the numerous islands dottingit in all directions made the spot one of unsurpassed beauty.
"From all accounts, Roger, I think we'll find the vicinity of Mirror Lake just as beautiful as this," answered Dave. "I have never been there, but they tell me the scenery is simply grand."
"We certainly ought to have a good time, scenery or no scenery," answered the senator's son, "with such a fine bunch of people as are going."
"Right you are!" broke in Phil. "We ought to have the best times ever at the lake."
It had been arranged by Mr. Lawrence that they should stop for three days at Portland, the owner of the steamer having a number of business matters to transact. During that time the boys continued to sleep on board, but spent the days in visiting Old Orchard Beach, Cape Elizabeth, Peak's Island, Orr's Island, and various other nearby resorts.
"It certainly is a great place," remarked Dave, on the evening of the second day. "I think a fellow could spend his whole summer here, and have a dandy time."
It had been a question whether they would stop at Boston on the return trip, but at the last minute Mr. Lawrence decided to go direct to New YorkCity, as he had been informed that a cargo was waiting there for the steamer.
"That cuts Dave out of his visit to Miss Ford," remarked Roger, after this announcement was made.
"I think it cuts you out just as much as it does me, Roger," returned our hero, with a smile. "I think, behind it all, you would like first-rate to call on her."
"I'll tell you what I would like," answered the senator's son. "I'd like to see how they take moving pictures—I mean the kind indoors."
"We may get a chance at that some day," said Phil. "I know one or two men who are in that business."
The run to New York City occurred without special incident, and soon the boys found themselves saying good-bye to Mr. Lawrence and Captain Bradley. It had been decided that Phil should accompany Dave and Ben to Crumville, he to remain with our hero at the Wadsworth mansion.
"Take care of my boy," said the shipowner, as he shook hands with Dave.
"Oh, we'll take care of him, Mr. Lawrence, don't fear," answered our hero. And then, leaving Mr. Lawrence to look after matters concerning his various vessels, the boys hurried to theGrand Central Terminal, and were soon on a train which was to take them to their various destinations.
As my old readers know, Crumville was rather a small town; the only industry of importance being Mr. Wadsworth's jewelry works. The Wadsworth mansion stood on the outskirts, a large and well-constructed building, set among a number of trees and bushes. When Dave, Phil, and Ben alighted at the railroad depot, they found the Wadsworth touring-car awaiting them. Dunston Porter, Dave's uncle, was driving the car, and he had with him Dave's sister Laura, and Jessie Wadsworth.
"Oh, here they are!" cried Laura, and leaped out to embrace her brother and to shake hands with the others. Then Jessie shook hands, giving Dave an extra bright smile as she did so.
"Back from the salt, salt sea!" cried Laura, merrily. "I'll wager you were all dreadfully seasick."
"Nothing doing on that score, Laura," answered her brother. "We didn't have time to get seasick; we had too much fun."
"And too many adventures," added Phil. "Oh, I can tell you, girls, we are heroes!" and he stuck his thumbs in the armholes of his vest, and began to strut around.
"Adventures, eh?" queried Dunston Porter. "What sort of adventures—a shipwreck?"
"Oh, Mr. Porter, please don't talk about a shipwreck!" pleaded Jessie, agitatedly. "Why, you don't want anybody to be drowned, do you?"
"They don't look very much as if they had been in a shipwreck," responded Dave's uncle, dryly. "I was only fooling."
"We weren't in any shipwreck. But we saw a fire at sea, and we helped to pull some folks out of the water," said Ben.
"You did!" burst from both of the girls.
"Do tell us all about it," added Laura.
"Was anybody lost?" asked Jessie. And now even Dunston Porter looked much interested.
"Nobody was lost, and not even hurt, so far as I could find out," answered Dave; and then he and the others gave a few details concerning the conflagration aboard the steam yacht.
"And to think those poor people had to jump overboard!" came from Jessie, sympathetically. "Oh, Dave, wasn't that dreadful!"
"Jessie, you ought to have seen Dave playing the really-and-truly hero act!" burst out Ben.
"Now, Ben, quit it!" interrupted Dave.
"Not much, Dave! You deserve some credit, and I want the girls to know what a real, genuine, dyed-in-the-wool hero you are."
"What did he do, Ben?" asked Laura.
"He jumped into the briny deep, and rescued the beautiful heroine of the moving-picture company," was the answer. "Oh, you just ought to have seen it, Jessie. The poor girl was going down for the last time when Dave, with a do-or-die look on his handsome face, leaped into the flying spume, and struck out boldly——"
"Ben, will you please stop?" pleaded Dave. "I never heard such foolish talk before in my life!"
"But he did jump overboard, and he did save the girl," broke in Phil. "If he hadn't gone after her she might have drowned."
"Who was she?" asked Laura; while Jessie, wide-eyed, showed her interest.
"The leading lady of the film company—a Miss Della Ford," answered the shipowner's son. "A mighty nice young lady, too—real stylish—golden-brown hair, dreamy brown eyes, and all that sort of thing, you know."
"Oh, Dave, that was splendid of you to save her from drowning!" said Jessie.
"Indeed it was!" added Ben. "And she was mighty grateful, too," he went on. "She grabbed Dave's hands for all she was worth, and, at one time, I thought she was going to throw her arms right around his neck."
"Oh, Ben!"
"Well, it seemed that way to me, anyway—and she was a stunning looking girl, too, I can tell you!"
"She was not going to do anything of the kind, Jessie! Don't pay any attention to him," broke in Dave, and now his face was decidedly red. "Come on! Let's get into the auto and get to the house; I'm hungry," and he started to help the two girls into the tonneau of the automobile.
"We'll have to hear more of this later on," said Dunston Porter, as he started the car.
"Yes, I'd like to hear more about Miss Ford," added Jessie, in a somewhat uncertain tone.
Mirror Lake was a beautiful sheet of water nestling among the mountains of the Upper Adirondacks of New York State. At the lower end of the lake, where there was a well-defined trail running to several fashionable summer resorts some miles away, were located two beautiful bungalows, one of six rooms and the other of eight rooms. They were built on a plot of ground bordering on a small cove of the lake, and extending about a thousand feet back into the woods of the mountain-side.
As my old readers will remember, Ben Basswood's father was interested in real estate, and, a year or two before, he and Mr. Wadsworth had gone into a land deal of considerable proportions. Several important transactions had resulted, and in making one of the deals Mr. Wadsworth and Mr. Basswood had become possessed of the two bungalows on Mirror Lake, the two gentlemen owning both jointly.
At first, on acquiring the property, the jewelrymanufacturer had been in favor of selling it at public auction; but to this Mr. Basswood had demurred.
"I think, Mr. Wadsworth," he had said, "if we hold that property for a few years it will be far more valuable than it is now. The State road has been built to within a few miles, and there is strong talk of its being carried directly past Mirror Lake. Not only that; there is also talk of the railroad putting in a spur through that district, and of course that will help a great deal."
"Very well, Mr. Basswood. If you think we ought to hold the land, we'll do it," had been Mr. Wadsworth's reply. "But what are we going to do with the bungalows in the meantime?"
"We can either use them or rent them," had been the answer.
For the past season, and also during the early part of the present summer, the two bungalows had been leased to some people from Rochester. But now both bungalows were unoccupied.
It had been Dunston Porter's suggestion that they go up to Mirror Lake on the return from the trip to Yellowstone Park, and this idea had been quickly seconded by the young folks, especially by Laura and Jessie, who had never as yet spent any time in the Adirondacks.
"They tell me the mountains are lovely, especially during the autumn," said the daughter ofthe jewelry manufacturer. "Oh, let us go, by all means!"
"I am sure I would like it," Laura had answered. "But who will go with us?"
The matter had been talked over while the young folks were returning from Yellowstone Park, and also while Dave and Ben were at home, as well as during the voyage on theEaglet. As a result it had been arranged that Mr. and Mrs. Basswood were to go up for part of the time, and also Mr. and Mrs. Wadsworth. Laura and Jessie, as well as Belle Endicott, who was coming East, were to go, along with Dave and Ben and a number of their chums. Mr. Dunston Porter and Dave's father said they would make several trips back and forth during the time the others were up there. It may be said here that the bungalows were fully furnished, so our friends had no anxiety on that score.
"We'll have the best time ever, Jessie," said Dave, in talking the matter over the day after his arrival home. "I am sure you will like it."
"Have you your things packed, Dave?" questioned his sister, who was present. "You don't want to leave that until the last minute."
"Oh, packing is getting easy to me, Laura. I feel like a regular traveler since I took those trips to Cave Island, and after the runaways, and to the Landslide Mine and Yellowstone Park."
"Oh, it was splendid, the way you relocated that gold mine, Dave!" cried Jessie. "How glad Roger and his folks must have been."
"They surely were glad," answered the youth. "I never saw Roger look so happy in my life. It took a big weight off his shoulders."
"And, just to think that they are going to give you and Phil an interest in that mine!" remarked Laura. "Why, Dave, if you keep on, you'll be a rich man some day."
"Well, I sha'n't complain if I am," answered the brother, coolly.
It had been arranged that the start for Mirror Lake should be made on the following Monday morning. Some of the folks were to go as far as they could by train, but the young people had demurred, stating that they wanted if possible to make the trip by automobile.
"We can take our machine and the Basswood car," said Dave. "It won't take us more than two or three days, and it will be lots of fun."
"But what are we going to do with the automobiles after we reach Carpen Falls?" asked Dunston Porter. "You can't go any farther in an auto than that."
"Isn't there some sort of garage at Carpen Falls?" questioned Ben, who was present.
"Probably there is. Anyway, I know there is a livery stable there."
"Then we could leave the machines there until we were ready to bring them back," replied Dave.
"We'll see about this later," said Dave's father, with a shake of his head. Automobiling did not appeal to him quite as strongly as it did to his son and his brother.
It was a beautiful afternoon, and Dave and Ben had arranged for a little run in the automobile, taking Laura and Jessie along. Dave ran the car, with Jessie on the seat beside him. Their course was out of Crumville, and then over the distant hills to a winding road which ran beside the river.
"It seems so strange, Dave, to think you are not going back to Oak Hall this fall," remarked Jessie, when the automobile was bowling along over the smooth highway.
"It does seem strange," was Dave's somewhat grave reply. "Do you know, sometimes I wish I were going back again."
"Why?"
"Well, if I had to do that I wouldn't have to bother about anything else just now, Jessie. As it is, I've got to make up my mind what I am going to do. One minute I think I want to go to college, and the next I have a notion of going into some sort of business."
"What does your father say, Dave?"
"He is leaving it entirely to me. He says if I want to go to college I can do so."
"What would you like to do best of all?"
"Oh, as for that, I'd like to travel, just as Uncle Dunston does. I'd like to see the world."
"I suppose that would be nice, Dave. But still a person can't be traveling all the time," and Jessie's face clouded a trifle.
"I shouldn't want to be traveling all the time, Jessie. Some day I'll want to settle down." He gave her an earnest look. "I thought that was all settled."
"Settled? What?" And the girl gave him a quick look in return.
"Why, that I was going to settle down some day, and that you were going to settle down with me."
"Oh, indeed! That's the first I ever heard of it."
"Oh, but you know, Jessie——"
"Dave, do you know that Laura and Ben are sitting right behind us?"
"Yes, but they are busy with their own talk."
"Maybe you only think so."
"All right. But it's settled; isn't it, Jessie?"
"I don't know that anything is settled." Jessie was gazing straight ahead at the road. "How about that beautiful young lady you rescued from drowning?"
"Oh, say! Please don't bring that up," pleaded Dave, hastily. "That was all some of Ben's nonsense."
"But you did pull her out of the water; didn't you, Dave?"
"What if I did? You wouldn't have me let her drown; would you?"
"Oh, of course not. But still Ben said——"
"Oh, there you go again! Didn't I tell you that was only some of Ben's nonsense? You mustn't believe a word he says."
"Indeed! I always thought Ben was a very truthful boy."
"Oh, well, if you're going to make a mountain out of a molehill——"
"I haven't made a mountain out of anything, Dave."
"Say, who's talking about mountains on the front seat?" interrupted Ben. "I thought we were going down on the river road."
"So we are," declared Dave, somewhat sharply.
"I hope we can go up to the Adirondacks in the autos," said Laura, eagerly. "It will surely make a splendid trip."
"If we go in the autos who is going to drive?" questioned Jessie.
"I'll run our car, and I suppose Dave will run this one," answered Ben. "But we can change off with the other fellows if we want to."
The top of a small hill had been reached, and now the automobile glided down the other side in the direction of the river road. Here the way narrowed a trifle, and Dave had to give all his attention to the running of the car. As the automobile turned in toward the stream, they passed several other touring-cars, and then came in sight of a horse attached to a buggy, the two wheels of which were deep in a ditch.
"Hello! That's Mr. Aaron Poole's buggy!" exclaimed Dave.
"Yes. But it is Nat who is driving," returned Ben.
Mr. Aaron Poole was a rich money-lender, who lived not far from Crumville, and who had a son Nat, who had gone to Oak Hall with Dave and Ben. Mr. Poole was a very grasping man, and in the past he and the Porters had had a number of differences. Nat had been almost as overbearing as his father, but during the early part of the summer he had told Dave that he was going to turn over a new leaf. And since that time our hero had heard that the money-lender's son was quite a different sort of a boy, and growing better every day.
"Hello, Nat! What's the trouble?" questioned Dave, as he brought the automobile to a standstill beside the buggy.
"Trouble enough!" grumbled themoney-lender's son. "Did you notice those automobiles that just went by?"
"I certainly did. They were going at some speed."
"They were racing, that's what they were doing!" explained Nat Poole. "They were racing, and they made such a racket that it scared my horse and he landed me here in this ditch."
"It's a good thing they didn't upset you, Nat," said Ben.
"If they upset me, I would make them pay for the damages," retorted the youth in the buggy.
"Did you know them, Nat?" asked Laura, kindly.
"I know one of them. He's a high-flyer from Pittstown. The next time I see him I'll give him a piece of my mind. They've got no right to use this road for a race-track."
"Did they hurt you at all?" queried Jessie.
"I don't know as they did. But this mud in the ditch is mighty sticky, and I don't see how I am going to get out of it," grumbled the money-lender's son.
"Maybe we can give you a lift, Nat," said Dave, and got out of the automobile, followed by Ben. "Here, I'll hold the horse while you get out."
"Be careful. He's mighty skittish," warnedthe other. "If he gets to kicking he'll smash the buggy into kindling-wood."
"I'm not afraid of him," answered Dave, and took a firm hold on the horse's bridle. Then Nat leaped from the buggy, and he and Ben took hold of the wheels and pushed, while Dave led the horse forward. By this means, in a minute more, the turnout was safe in the middle of the roadway.
"Much obliged to you fellows for this," remarked the money-lender's son, when all danger seemed past.
"Don't mention it, Nat. I am glad to help you," returned Dave, quickly.
"And so am I," added Ben.
"Funny thing," went on the money-lender's son. "I was coming around to your house to see you," and he glanced quickly at our hero.
"Well, you'll have to come, Nat, some time when I am home," answered Dave. "We are going off on another trip next Monday."
"Is that so? Then I'm glad I met you as I did, because I wanted to see you before you went away. I've got some strange news to tell you."
"What is it?"
"Link Merwell is alive. He wasn't killed in that landslide at all," was Nat Poole's astonishing reply.