.
Now I think we can get up two parties and have a big coasting race. The
play calls for it, and the young men who steer the bobs are rivals for
the hand of the same girl. She has made a condition that whoever gets
first to the bottom of the big hill may marry her. So you see the plan
of the play."

"Me for a bob!" cried Paul.

"I wish I didn't have to film the play--I'd steer one, too!" exclaimed
Russ, with a look at Ruth that made her blush.

"Must I get into this silly coasting play?" asked Mr. Bunn.

"You surely must," answered Mr. Pertell. "And I want to warn you of one
thing--you are not to wear a high hat--it would only blow off and
embarrass you."

"Not wear my high hat? Then I refuse to take part!" cried the tragic
actor.

But Mr. Pertell paid no attention to him, for he had heard the same
thing before.

The details of the coasting race were discussed on the way to Elk Lodge,
and it was arranged that a partial rehearsal should be held next day.

That night, as Alice and Ruth were going to bed rather early, on account
of the wearying work of the day, they heard voices out in the hall near
their room.

"Listen!" warned Alice, raising her finger, for Ruth was talking.

"It's Mr. and Mrs. Macksey," said Ruth.

"I know. But what are they saying? It's something about those strange
hunters who were seen about here once before."

Mr. Macksey, who had been summoned to the upper hall by his wife to fix
a broken window, was speaking in his deep voice.

"So those fellows were around again; eh?" he asked.

"Yes, and I don't like it, Jake," Mrs. Macksey replied. "You know what
it means if they kill any of the club deer. It may cost you your place
here. The members of the club may say you were not careful enough."

"That's so, wife. I reckon I'd better look after those chaps. If they're
trespassing on Elk Lodge I can have them arrested anyhow."

The next day was clear and calm, just right for taking pictures, and
after breakfast the entire company went out on the hill where the
bobsled race was to take place.

The hill had been prepared in advance by men from Elk Lodge, so that the
sleds would attain good speed. The snow had been packed down, and a
place made for Russ to set up his camera.

"Paul, you will steer one bob," said Mr. Pertell, as he was arranging
the affair, "and Mr. Sneed will take the other."

"What, me steer a bobsled down that hill?" cried the grouchy actor, as
he looked at the steep