"Link Merwell is a criminal—a fugitive from justice," answered Dave. And then he gave the man some of the particulars already known to my readers.
"If what you say is true, Porter, I don't want that fellow in my company," said Mr. Appleby, warmly. "What do you want me to do when he comes, hold him a prisoner?"
"I wish you would do that, and let us know. Mr. Wadsworth will take care of Merwell."
"All right, I'll do it—if he shows up. But he may not do that—if he has found out that you are in this vicinity," added the manager.
"I'm thinking he will make himself scarce," returned Dave, with a grim smile.
In the meantime Della Ford had come down to the side of the canoe.
"Where are you staying, Miss Wadsworth?" questioned the young actress.
"At a bungalow near the end of the lake," returned Jessie, and explained about the location and who were in the party.
"Oh, how delightful! You will surely have a splendid time here. We are located in the cottage around the bend where you perhaps saw the motor-boat tied up. I am sure we'll be very glad to have you call on us."
"Thank you; perhaps we'll get this way again some time," returned Jessie, somewhat coolly.