make-shift studio that had
been built at the camp. The great pageant of historical times along the
St. Lawrence was moving swiftly on its way. The scenes of a picture are
seldom taken in any sequence at all, but Mr. Hooley had gone so far now
that the bulk of the scenes had been filmed; and as they had been run off
in the little projection room, both Mr. Hammond and Ruth had expressed
their approval of almost every finished length of celluloid.

The work was practically over for the day at four o'clock and the actors
in their costumes--especially the Indians, including Wonota and her
father--made a brilliant picture as they wandered about the lawns and in
and out of the several bungalows on the island.

From the direction of Chippewa Bay appeared a chugging motor-launch that
came directly to the dock. It was not one of the hired launches used by
the picture company, nor were those in the launch men who had anything to
do with Mr. Hammond's corporation.

But when Ruth idly looked into the launch from her seat with Helen and
Miss Keith and Mrs. Paisley on the porch of their house, the girl of the
Red Mill got up suddenly, uttering an astonished exclamation:

"That horrid man again!"

"Hoity-toity!" exclaimed Mrs. Paisley. "What man deserves such a title as
that, Miss Fielding?"

"That Bilby!" exclaimed Ruth. "I just felt it in my bones--like Aunt
Alvirah--that that creature would annoy us again."

"Then you are not disappointed," said Helen drily. "Is that the
fellow--that big gawk in the blue suit?"

"No, no! I don't know him," said Ruth. "The little fat man tagging after
the big fellow."

For two men from the launch had now stepped ashore. In accordance with
orders from Mr. Hammond, the visitors were stopped at the head of the
dock. Nobody was allowed on the island without invitation or a permit.

"Let me tell you," said the man in blue pompously, "that I am a county
officer. You'd better have a care, young fellow."

"Say! I don't care if you are the King of the Yaps," said Willie, the
boatman. "I have my orders. This is private property. Stay where you
are--right where you are, mind!--till I send for the boss."

"You send for them two Injuns--that is who our business is with," put in
Bilby. "That Totantora and Wonota. I want to see them--not that Hammond."

Ruth had run to another house to warn those very individuals to get out
of the way and to keep out of sight until Bilby's visit was over. She did
no