“I think I’ll get one of those for myself,” said Dick to his chums.
“What do you want of one, you have your good heavy scout knife, haven’t you?” queried Garry.
“Oh, I just want it as a curiosity for use when we come out of the woods; we won’t want to carry a great knife like that in civilian clothes,” replied Dick.
“We’ll miss the first of the show if you wait,” remarked Garry.
“Let the youngster have his way, Garry,” interrupted Phil with a laugh.
The street salesman made the name plate and quickly screwed the transparent handle back on the knife. Dick handed over the money and soon they were on the way to the movies.
They received a fine surprise when they reached there, for the picture being shown was one in which they had taken small parts when they encountered a crew of motion picture actors while they were at their first station in the woods, and when they had some stirring adventures the time Jean LeBlanc set fire to the woods, the motion picture people had been rescued by the boys. The picture was a decidedly good one and they enjoyed it.
The chums chattered during the play in a subdued tone, especially when there flashed on the screen the parts where they were playing roles. The water scene where Dick did some fine swimming was particularly good.
After the picture was over, they edged out through the crowd and returned to the hotel and were about to go up to their rooms when Garry had an idea.
“Say, boys, we are not going on such a secret affair now that we cannot have Sandy with us, so I am going to telegraph Nate and ask if he will bring us the dog tomorrow, or let us know by wire if he cannot.”