"And will you bait my hook--I don't like to do that." "Surely I will." They walked on, chatting of many things, and as they reached the fishing hole--a deep eddy on the overhanging bank of which they could sit--they saw Russ Dalwood, with his camera, going along the opposite bank. "What are you doing?" called Paul. "Oh, just getting some odd scenes here and there of farm work. Mr. Pertell wants to work them into some of the plays. There are some men spraying a potato patch over in the next field, to get rid of the bugs. I'm going to make a scene of that." "All right. Good luck!" called Alice, pleasantly. "And, if you like, you can take a fishing scene. Paul and I are going to catch some for supper." "All right, I'll film you on the way back," laughed Russ. It was a pleasant summer afternoon, and the bank where Alice and Paul took their places was bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. "The fish ought to bite well to-day," observed Paul, when he had "rigged up" an outfit for Alice. "Why is to-day better than any other day?" she asked. "Because the wind is right. 'When the wind's in the west, the fish bite best,' is an old saying. Sandy reminded me of it when I started out to-day." They tossed in their hooks, and then waited. The water a little way below the eddy flowed over white stones, flecked here and there with green moss. The stream made a pleasant sound, and formed an accompaniment to the songs of the birds which flitted in and out of the willow trees that lined the stream. At the foot of the bank, on which sat the two fishers, ran the deep eddy, silent, and whirling about in a circular motion, caused by the impact of the brook against the shore, the waters being forced back on themselves. It was a quiet, and rather still pool, and was reputed to contain many fine, large fish. "I--I think I have a nibble," whispered Alice. "Be careful--don't jerk up too soon," warned Paul. "Yes, there is one after your bait. See your cork float bob up and down." "Does that show he's sampling it?" "Something of that sort, yes. Now, pull in!" Alice was a bit slow about it, for she had not fished much. Paul, fearing the fish would get away, reached over toward her, and took hold of the pole himself. As he did so he felt the part of the shelving bank on which they were sitting give away. "Look out! Throw yourself back!" he cried to Alice. But it was too late, and the next instant they both found themselves sliding down in a little avalanche of earth and stones--into the deep eddy. "Hold your breath!" Alice heard Paul cry as a last direction, and she obeyed. The next instant she felt herself in the water, and it closed over her head.