CHAPTER XV
VISITORS
Several days went by and during that time the coldness that had sprung up between Dave and Jessie increased, although both did their best to hide it from the others.
One afternoon while the girl was off with Laura and Belle for a tramp along a brook that flowed into the lake not far from the bungalows, Mr. Appleby came into the cove in his motor-boat, bringing with him an old hunter and guide of that vicinity, named Tad Rason, and also Della Ford and her Aunt Bess. They found Dave, Roger, and Phil at the dock, fishing.
"Any luck?" called out the manager of the moving-picture company, cheerily.
"Some, but not a great deal," answered Dave, and he and the others pulled in their lines, so that they might not become entangled in the propeller of the boat.
"You'll have to go to the other shore for good fishing," said Tad Rason, who had already shown himself at the bungalows and made himself known.
"The fish are mighty scarce around here."