‘Huh,’ muttered Pud, and viewed her suspiciously. Then he turned his suspicions toward the interior, wondering whether the girl had been, as before, the sole occupant of the cabin. Gladys Ermintrude was explaining that she had been back there for two days and was having a perfectly glorious time. ‘Huh,’ said Pud. ‘What you been doing?’ ‘Oh, lots of things,’ answered the girl brightly. ‘Fishing and hunting and――’ ‘Cooking,’ supplied Pud. ‘Your ma said you were a good cook.’ Gladys Ermintrude accepted the tribute with unconcealed delight, to Pud’s vast astonishment. ‘Well, I just am,’ she declared. ‘I made the grandest cake yesterday!’ Tim’s eyes grew luminous and he moistened his lips. ‘I wish you’d come then instead of to-day. Pa and Uncle Asa ate the last of it this morning.’ Tim’s eyes gloomed and he sighed. Tim had a notable weakness for cake. ‘I suppose,’ observed Pud, foiled in his first attempt to create confusion, but determined still, ‘you’ll be going into moving pictures this fall.’ ‘Moving pictures? Oh, my, no! What a funny idea!’ ‘I’ll say so,’ agreed Pud heartily, ‘but it was your idea and not mine. You said you were studying to be a screen star, didn’t you?’ ‘Did I?’ Gladys Ermintrude’s gaze wandered afar. ‘How very strange. I simply don’t remember――’ From beyond the open window came a sudden sound that might have been a short cough. It had its effect on all who heard it. Pud grasped the wheel again and darted a meaning look at Tim. Tim’s hand moved toward the fly-wheel. Harmon stared in solemn suspicion. Gladys Ermintrude laughed lightly and continued rather hurriedly: ‘Yes, I do remember now. I did say something like that, didn’t I? But of course it was merely――merely a childish fancy.’ ‘Gee,’ said Pud, ‘you’re full of childish fancies, aren’t you? Like fancying you were kidnaped and that your name was Gladys Evinrude and――and――’ ‘Aw, Pud,’ murmured Tim deprecatingly. ‘Well, she did――is! She told a lot of whoppers and made goats of us, didn’t she? Had us chasing up and down the river in the dark and――’ ‘Oh, well,’ said Tim, ‘what of it? It was sort of fun, I guess――’ ‘I don’t tell “whoppers,” Pud!’ declared the girl heatedly. ‘Maybe I did let you think things, but――’ ‘Think things! Gee, I suppose we “thought” you were kidnaped before you told us! Didn’t you say, right there where you are now, that you’d been kidnaped from your happy home and that――’ ‘Why, sakes alive! How ever can you think up such outrageous stories? I’m sure I never said I’d been kid――’ Another sound from within! ‘_Start her up!_’ whispered Pud hoarsely. ‘Well, maybe I did say so,’ corrected Gladys Ermintrude flurriedly, ‘but――but I’m sure I didn’t mean to make any trouble――’ ‘Aw, that’s all right,’ muttered Tim. ‘You mustn’t mind Pud. He just――’