about the country, or conditions, here. Those who have lived here all
their lives are better qualified to make a search."

"Say, wouldn't it be great if we could find them!" cried Russ, as he
listened to the story. "What a film it would make!"

"Oh, Russ!" reproved Ruth. "To think of such a thing at this time!"

"Why, what's the matter?" he asked, ruefully, for Ruth's manner was a
little cold toward him.

"Of course Russ naturally thinks of the picture end of it," put in Alice,
determined to soften the unintended effect of Ruth's manner.

"I suppose so," agreed Ruth, and she gave Russ a glance that made up for
what she had said.

"I do wish we could do something," said Paul, "but, as Alice says, it
doesn't seem possible."

The hotel at Sycamore was nothing to boast of, but it answered fairly
well as the moving picture company would be outdoors practically all the
time, as Mr. Pertell pointed out. The weather was like early Summer--most
delightful--and it was a temptation to wander out under the stately,
graceful palms, which cast a grateful shade.

There were not many other guests at the hostelry, and interest centered
in the company of players. They were asked many questions as to what they
did, and how they did it, and when Russ set up his camera for the first
time, merely to try it, and get the effect of light and shade, he was