"Too bad we can't work this rescue into a scene," spoke one of the men on the motor craft.
Joe looked at him wonderingly, and then at the machine on the bow of the boat. All at once he realized what it was—a moving picture camera. He had seen them before.
"Are you folks in the movies?" he asked as he stood up, with the help of the two men.
"That's what we are," was the answer. "We came out early this morning to do a bit of 'water stuff,' when we saw your boat adrift. We put over to it, and were surprised to see you tied in it. Can you tell us what happened?"
"Yes," answered Joe, "I was practically kidnapped!"
"Come aboard, and have some coffee," urged a motherly-looking woman of the party.
"Yes, do," added another member of the company. "We have just had breakfast."
The aroma of coffee was grateful to Joe, and soon he was aboard the motorboat, sipping a steaming cup.
"Kidnapped; eh?" remarked one of the men. "Then we'd better save that boat for you. It will be a clue to those who did it."
"Oh, I know who did it, all right," answered Joe, who was rapidly feeling more like himself. "I don't need the boat for evidence. But, since you have been so kind to me, I wish you'd do one thing more."