The cry came from Jessie, and not without reason, for they had suddenly come in sight of three or four men and several ladies, all stationed in front of the old log cabin. One of the men was dressed in the garb of a woodsman; and he held a large ax in his hands, raised over his head as if to strike down one of the younger ladies. Then another of the ladies rushed up, and fell on her knees with upraised hands in front of the man. "Hello, I know these people!" cried Dave, in astonishment. "They are the moving-picture actors who were on board that burning steam yacht!" CHAPTER XIV SOMETHING OF A QUARREL "The moving-picture actors, Dave?" queried Jessie, in wonder. "Yes. Don't you see the man over there with the camera? He is grinding out a picture of that scene." "O my! is that the way they do it?" returned the girl, with interest. "I've read about it, but I never had a chance before to see how it was done." Dave brought the canoe to a standstill, and both watched the little drama being enacted before the old log cabin. Our hero saw that the young lady in the scene was Della Ford, and the elderly lady the one she had called Aunt Bess. "All over!" exclaimed a man, who stood beside the individual at the moving-picture camera. The latter had stopped turning the handle of the machine, and now he proceeded to cover the whole outfit with a black cloth. "Well, I'm glad that's over!" those in the canoe heard Della Ford exclaim. "Come, Aunt Bess, let us go back to the water." The young lady turned from the group, and as she did so she caught sight of the canoe and its occupants. She stared for an instant, and then her face lit up. "Mr. Porter! is it possible!" she exclaimed. "I certainly didn't expect to meet you up here. Aunt Bess, here is the young gentleman who saved us from drowning." "You don't tell me!" came from the aunt, and then both hurried their steps toward a tiny dock beside which the canoe was resting. "I certainly didn't expect to meet you again, and away up here in the Adirondacks," answered Dave, with a smile. And then, as the young moving-picture actress came closer, he introduced the girls to each other. "This is my aunt, Mrs. Bess Ford," announced Della, to Jessie. "I suppose you saw us acting just now?" "We did," answered Jessie. "It was quite interesting." "I suppose it is, to an outsider," responded the young actress. "It gets to be an old story with us; doesn't it, Aunt Bess?" "Oh, I don't mind it," returned the aunt. "I'd rather be up here in the woods acting for the movies than down in some stuffy theater in this warm weather." "Did Mr. Porter tell you what a grand hero he is, Miss Wadsworth?" asked Della Ford, turning to Jessie. "Oh, he's just the grandest hero I ever met!" and she beamed on Dave. "Come now, Miss Ford, please don't mention it again," expostulated Dave. "I didn't do so very much, and you know it." "Isn't saving my life a good deal?" demanded the young actress, archly.