CHAPTER XXIV
THE MOVIES CAMP
“Say, we can’t go there,” spoke Vic, as they followed an erratic dash through the thicket, coming to a spongy meadow, a rise created with undergrowth and finally the edge of a bog.
“We’ve got to,” declared Pep. “For the last ten minutes all of the bees have disappeared except two of them, which flew right in among those high rushes.”
“I say,” cried Vic, abruptly, “there’s a stream of them flying into the bog! See—see! They’ve dropped! No, there they are again.”
The boys followed the edge of the swamp for over half a mile. Suddenly, a few feet in advance of Pep, his companion came to a staring halt and cried out:
“There they are!”
Pep hurried to Vic’s side to obtain a glimpse of an opening in the flags and willows. A quarter of a mile away, sloping up ten feet above surrounding water and bog land, was an island. It was well wooded, but through the trees in the centre they could see some kind of a high-boarded enclosure.
“See it?” cried the excited Vic. “I’ll bet we’ve discovered something. Looks like a stockade.”
“We have located our people,” asserted Pep, with a thrill of exultation in his voice. “The boards around that enclosure look just like those in the film.”
“Let’s find out right off if my camels are in there,” spoke Vic, eagerly.