晚餐时间到了，大家却没有见到琼斯先生，于是开始纷纷猜测他此时此刻的情况。帕齐十分焦急，生怕琼斯出了意外。晚餐过后，大家来到市区的电影院观看那场关于“救援”的电影，回到酒店后发现琼斯正坐在大堂里。他声称今后不会再有人看到这部影片，因为他已经把影片买下来了。这究竟是怎么一回事呢？
The day advanced to luncheona time and Uncle John and the Weldons came back from their mountain trip.Hollywood is in the foothills and over the passes are superb automobile roads into the fruitful valleys of San Fernando and La Canada.
"Seen anything of the boy—A.Jones ？"inquired Arthur.
"Yes；and perhaps we've seen the last of him，"answered Beth.
"Oh.Has he gone？"
"No one knows.Patsy fed him and he went to sleep.What has happened since we cannot tell."The girls then related the experiences of the morning，at which both Uncle John and Arthur looked solemn and uncomfortable.But Louise said calmly：
"I think Patsy was quite right.I wouldn't have dared such a thing myself，but I'm sure that boy needed a square meal b more than anything.If he dies，that breakfast has merely hastened his end；but if he doesn't die it will do him good.""There's another possibility，"remarked Uncle John."He may be suffering agonies with no one to help him."Patsy's face was white as chalk.The last hour or two had brought her considerable anxiety and her uncle's horrible suggestion quite unnerved her.She stole away to the office and inquired the number of Mr.Jones'room.It was on the ground ？oor and easily reached by a passage.The girl tiptoed up to the door and putting her ear to the panel listened intently.
A moment later a smile broke over her face；she chuckled delightedly and then turned and ran buck to her friends.
"He's snoring like a walrusa！"she cried triumphantly.
"Are you sure they are not groans？"asked Arthur.
"Pah ！Can't I recognize a snore when I hear it ？And I'll bet it's the ？rst sound sleep he's had in a month."Mr.Merrick and Arthur went to the door of the boy's room to satisfy themselves that Patsy was not mistaken，and the regularity of the sounds quickly convinced them the girl was right.So they had a merry party at luncheon，calling Patsy "Doctor"with grave deference and telling her she had probably saved the life of A.Jones for a second time.
"And now，"proposed Uncle John，when the repast wasover，"let us drive down to the sea and have a look at that beautiful launch that came in yesterday.Everyone is talking about it and they say it belongs to some foreign prince."So they motored to Santa Monica and spent the afternoon on the sands，watching the bathers and admiring the graceful outlines of the big yacht lying at anchor a half mile from the shore.The boat was something of a mystery to everybody.It was named the "Arabella"and had come from Hawaii via San Francisco；but what it was doing here and who the owner might be were questions no one seemed able to answer.Rumor had it that a Japanese prince had come in it to inspect the coast line，but newspaper reporters were forbidden to scale theside and no satisfaction was given their eager questioning by the bluff a old captain who commanded the craft.So the girls snapped a few kodak pictures of the handsome yacht and then lost interest in it.
That evening they met Mrs.Montrose and the Stanton girls at dinner and told them about the boy，who still remained invisible.Uncle John had listened at his door again，but the snores had ceased and a deathlike silence seemed to pervade the apartment.This rendered them all a tri？e uneasy and when they left the dining room Arthur went to the hotel clerk and asked：
"Have you seen Mr.Jones this evening ？"
"No，"was the reply."Do you know him？""Very slightly.""Well，he's the queerest guest we've ever had.The firstday he ate nothing at all.This morning I hear he had a late breakfast.Wasn't around to lunch，but a little while ago we sent a meal to his room that would surprise you.""Indeed！""Yes.A strange order it was ！Broiled mushrooms，pancakes with maple syrupb and ice cream.How is that for a mix—up—and at dinner time，too！"said the clerk，disgustedly.
Arthur went back and reported.
"All right，"said Patsy，much relieved."We've got him started and now he can take care of himself.Come，Uncle；let's all go down town and see the picture that drove Mr.Goldstein crazy.""He was very decenta to us to—day，"asserted Flo Stanton.
"Did he ask any explanation about Maud's appearing in the picture of a rival company ？"inquired Arthur.
"No，not a word."
"Did he mention Mr.Jones，who conquered him so mysteriously？"asked Beth.
"Not at all.Goldstein confined himself strictly to business；but he treated us with unusual courtesy，"explained Maud.
They were curious to see the ？lms of the rescue，and theentire party rode to the down—town theatre where the Corona picture was being run.Outside the entrance they found the audacious placard，worded just as Goldstein had reported，and they all agreed it was a mean trick to claim another ？rm's star as their own.
"I do not think the Corona Company is responsible for this announcement，"said Uncle John."It is probably an idea of the theatre proprietor，who hoped to attract big business in that way.""He has succeeded，"grumbledb Arthur，as he took hisplace at the end of a long line of ticket buyers.
The picture，as it flashed on the screen，positively thrilled them.First was shown the crowd of merry bathers，with Patsy and Maud standing in the water a little apart from the others.Then the boy—far out beyond the rest—threw up his arms，struggling desperately.Maud swam swiftly toward him，Patsy making for the shore.The launching of the boat，the race to rescue，Maud's effort to keep the drowning one afloat，and the return to the shore，where an excited crowd surrounded them—all was clearly shown in the picture.Nowthey had the advantage of observing the expressions on the faces of the bathers when they discovered a tragedy was being enacted in their midst.The photographs were so full of action that the participants now looked upon their adventure in a new light and regarded it far more seriously than before.