“He went kerplunk into the water,” the kid said, “and I could see it was only a dummy and they zipped the film quick. Then when he was climbing into a boat it was that feller--Freddie Fearless. Geeee whiz, he gets thousands and thousands of dollars for bein a ’fraid cat. Do you think I’d be afraid to jump that?” “What became of the wild cherry jaw-breaker?” Sandy asked him. “It wasn’t rescued,” I said. “It was never heard of again.” CHAPTER XVII TALK IS CHEAP That time we went, we could see just how the camp was on account of it being daytime. That lean-to thing looked just like I thought it would. But there wasn’t any other tent. There was a place where I thought one had been. I said to the other fellows that I guessed some of the movie people had gone away. Sandy said, “Well, there’s four of them here anyway.” Those four were sitting outside the lean-to. There were three kind of young men and a fellow about like us. They were just sitting there like as if they were resting. The three big fellows sat in a row on a board that was laid across a couple of stumps. The boy was sprawled on the ground in front of them. Right near them was a high three-legged thing--you know, like a camera stands on. Jiminies, I’ll say that lean-to did look like a robber’s den all right. The canvas sides of it weren’t there. All the lean-to was that second time we saw it was just a roof sticking out from the side of the chasm, all covered with brush and with brush hanging part way down the three sides of it. As we came near we saw a box standing on a rock--it had pieces of red chalk in it. Pee-wee whispered to me, he said, “That’s what they use to mark their faces with.” I said, “Pee-wee is scared of them, now that we’re here.” “I’ll show you if I am,” the kid said. With that he marched right up ahead of us and he said, “I bet I know who you are. You’re the moving picture people that are _on location_ here, and I know what on location means. You’re making that play about the Cumberland Mountains.” One of the grown-up fellows said, “That’s a pretty good bet. Who wins?” “Because in Bagley Center they told us about you,” the kid said. “Well _now_!” one of the men said. “And I bet I know who that boy is too,” Pee-wee said. “That’s Bunko Bravado only I bet it isn’t his real name--I bet you. And if that’s a scout shirt he’s got he has no right to wear it because there’s a law that says so--even President Coolidge says so--you can’t wear a regular official scout shirt unless you’re a Scout.” The men all looked at each other and they started laughing. One of them winked at the boy and he started laughing too. Jiminy, even Dub and Sandy and I started laughing. “Can we see you do some acting?” Pee-wee asked them. “I bet one of you is the director, hey?” “Every time he hits the mark,” one of the young men said. “Now which one of us is Harold Lloyd? See if you can tell him when he hasn’t got his glasses on.”