ad when they find it out,
especially if he is using their things!"

"I wonder if we couldn't go up to that cliff and track him in some way
from there?" said Phil. "He may have left some sort of trail behind him.
Unless he follows some kind of paths through the woods he would be apt
to get lost, just like anybody else."

"If he really is Wilbur Poole, I'd like to capture him and send him back
to the sanitarium; where he belongs," remarked Roger. "I think Nat would
like us to do it."

"What do you say about starting on a regular hunt to-morrow?" asked
Dave. "We might go out directly after breakfast and carry our lunch
with us. Who knows but what in looking for the wild man we might run
across some trace of Link Merwell."

"Oh, Dave, you mustn't get into any trouble!" cried Jessie, hastily.

"If we go out we'll go armed and be on our guard," he replied.

The matter was talked over for some time, and at last it was decided
that the boys should start out in a body directly after breakfast the
following morning, provided it remained clear. They were to carry a
shotgun and a rifle, and also a substantial lunch, and were not to
return to Bear Camp until evening.

"I'd like to go on such a tramp myself," announced Belle. "It would be
lots of fun climbing over the rocks and up the mountains."

"I think you girls had better remain around the bungalows," said Mrs.
Wadsworth. "You can go out some other time, when the boys are not
looking for that wild man and Link Merwell."

During the past few days those at Bear Camp had seen but little of the
moving-picture company. That afternoon the old hunter, Tad Rason,
stopped at the dock in his rowboat, and made the announcement that the
company had gone to the other end of the lake, to take pictures for
several more dramas.

"Mr. Appleby wanted me to tell you that that young feller, Ward Porton,
ain't goin' to be with 'em no more," announced Tad Rason to Dave. "He
says the young feller writ a letter sayin' that he was on the track of
his parentage, and he guessed as how he'd have plenty of money of his
own when he could prove who he was."

This announcement was of great interest to Dave, and he immediately
questioned Tad Rason, to learn if the old hunter knew anything further.
But that was all Rason could tell. He even did not know how long Ward
Porton had remained with the moving-picture company after his arrival in
the Adirondacks.

"The huntin' season will be openin' to-mo