At these words Laura grew more thoughtful than ever, and suddenly she caught her western chum by the arm and pulled Belle into a path leading to the dock. "What now, Laura?" "Oh, Belle! do you really think there is anything in that? Do you think that is what has made Jessie act so queerly for the last couple of days? I noticed she was not herself at all; and Dave seemed to be different, too." "If you want the truth of it, I do think there is some sort of a quarrel between them. Of course, I am not sure it is on Miss Ford's account. But they don't act as they used to." "It's too bad!" and Laura's face showed great seriousness. "I wouldn't have anything come between Dave and Jessie for the world!" "It would be a great shame, there is no doubt of that," answered the girl from the ranch. When the pair entered the bungalow they found that Jessie had gone to her room. She was lying on a couch, and though the light was dim, Laura could see quite plainly that her friend had been crying. "You poor dear!" said Dave's sister, going up and placing her hand on Jessie's forehead. "Is your headache worse?" "Not much, Laura," was the answer. Jessie turned over with her face toward the wall. "I just want to be left alone awhile, and then I'll be all right." "Don't you want me to get you anything at all?" "No. Just leave me alone, that's all." Laura stood by the side of the couch for a moment. She was on the point of speaking again. She wanted very much to relieve her mind, but concluded that it might not be a wise thing to do. She tiptoed to the doorway, where she encountered Belle, and both walked to another part of the bungalow. "And do you really think it was a headache, Laura?" whispered Belle, when the two were safe out of earshot of any of the others. "She may have a headache, but I think it is more than that," was the reply from Dave's sister. "Oh, Belle, if matters are as you think they are, what in the world are we going to do?" "I don't know of anything to do, Laura. I don't believe it would be a wise thing to say anything to Jessie." "Then suppose I talk to Dave?" "You can suit yourself about that. But if I were you I'd be very careful. Boys are as touchy as girls when it comes to a subject like that." "Do you really think so?" "I certainly do." "Then I will be very cautious. But I've just got to say something," declared Laura. CHAPTER XVI A STRANGE COMMUNICATION The three boys had quite some sport going up the lake with Della Ford and her aunt as passengers. Being towed by the motor-boat, they had nothing to do but take it easy, and they spent the time in chatting of things in general, and of moving pictures and fun on Mirror Lake in particular. "We would be pleased to have you come up some evening and take dinner with us," said Della Ford, after consulting with the manager of the moving-picture company. "Come up and bring that boy with his banjo, and we'll have a lot of fun."