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 we didn'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.