d done," Frank told them. "I'm glad now I brought
along my little note-book in which I jotted down many of the things
that have happened since we first got together and formed the 'Rod,
Gun and Camera Club.'"

"Yes, and I'm fond of looking over that journal of yours myself,
Frank," admitted Will. "Of course I didn't have as big a part in a
whole lot of the adventures as the rest of you, but all the same they
belonged to our crowd."

"And then don't forget, Will," continued Frank, "that Mr. Dennison
admitted to us he was fond of photography. Gilbert said as much, too,
when he spoke about having a set of your Maine pictures printed to
show his uncle. You may get on good terms with this singular old man,
and have some mighty pleasant times in his company."

"He looks pretty severe," commented Will, "but then there's a reason
for that, I guess; and once he gets thawed out he'll be a different
sort. Nothing like finding a fellow's pet hobby and working it, to
make him friendly."

None of them thought to go far away during that afternoon. It did not
look very promising, for clouds could be seen hovering along the
horizon, the heat was intense, and all of them agreed that a storm
might creep up.

Their last experience in a storm had been so unpleasant that somehow
they seemed to shrink involuntarily from a repetition so soon. Later
on, when the memory became fainter, they might again take risks, after
the manner of buoyant youth the world over.

Bluff and Jerry were pleased with their work on the boat. They had
taken great pains this time, and felt sure the calking was there to
stay. Still, they contented themselves with planning another fishing
excursion for the coming morning. Bluff had discovered a place where
minnows were very plentiful, and hence they could be assured of a good
haul at any time, with but little exertion.

The day was nearing an end, and there was some talk of getting supper
ready when a cry from Jerry outside the cabin brought the others
hurrying forth.

They found him talking with a small boy who seemed greatly excited,
for his face was peaked and white, and terror could be seen in his
dilated eyes.

Apparently he had hurried in a veritable panic through the forest, for
he had various scratches on his face, and a lump on his forehead
showed where he had struck a stone after tripping over a root or a
vine.

Naturally Frank and the other two were at once filled with curiosity
to know who the