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But my Lord knows, and I told him, that it was only in matter of musique and pipes, but that I thought him to be a very innocent fellow; and indeed I am very sorry for him. After my Lord and I had done in private, we went out, and with Captain Cuttance and Bunn did look over their draught of a bridge for Tangier, which will be brought by my desire to our office by them to-morrow.
"Don't forget your bonnets!" he laughed as he focused the camera. "All ready now!" called Mr. Pertell, the manager of the company, and also the chief stage director, a little later. "Take your places, if you please! Mr. DeVere, you are not in this until the second scene. Mr. Bunn, you'll not need your high hat in this act."
Bunn was always bemoaning the fact that he had left the "legitimate" drama with a chance of playing "Hamlet", to take up moving picture work. But he might have been glad especially on paydays for he had made more out of camera work than he could have done on the regular stage. Pepper Sneed was never satisfied. He was of a gloomy nature, and always looking for trouble.
They turned away together and were at once pounced on by Leopold Lincoln Bunn, the local reporter, a callow youth aflame with the chance for a big story of more than local interest. "Oh, Captain Marsh!" he cried. "How did you get around the pier? It looked as though the wave had you caught." Orde glanced at his companion in curiosity. "On roller skates," replied Marsh. Leopold tittered nervously.
I know we shall have fine times out here." A little later the cowboy whom the foreman had designated as Baldy Johnson, spurred up beside the wagon in which Mr. Bunn rode. The actor had taken off his hat, and his rather thick and heavy hair was blown about. "Whoop-ee! Look at that!" cried Baldy, in evident admiration. "I say, no offense, stranger," he went on, "but what brand do you use?"
Bunn and Paul were engaged in the final scenes, not far from the place of the branding. "Oh, don't worry. That critter won't get away from the boys," the foreman assured her. "It's a steer that some of the other ranchmen around here tried to claim for theirs. They changed the brand by burnin' an arrow over our circle and dot. Now we've got to put our brand on again.
That starts the action." Fully instructed what to do, the moving picture girls, with Paul and Russ, went up to Forty-second street. As the use of the train platforms was not required in this act of the play nothing was said to the station authorities, but Mr. Bunn, with Alice and Ruth, mingled with the crowds, as though they were ordinary travelers.
They mean to push the case to the limit!" exclaimed the actor. "That's the way to drive!" "Come on now!" "Faster, if you can make the horses go!" "Get all that in, Russ!" It was a lively scene, for a spirited race in cutters was in progress between Mr. Bunn and Mr. Sneed. It was taking place on the frozen surface of the lake, and each actor had been instructed to do his best to win.
"We will make that 'lost' scene we spoke of last night and then try a novelty." "Something new?" asked Mr. Bunn. "I hope I don't have to be lassoed again," for that had been his most recent "stunt." "No, we'll let you off easy this time," laughed Mr. Pertell. "All you'll have to do will be to escape from a prairie fire." "A prairie fire!" gasped the Shakespearean actor.
"Good for you!" shouted Russ. "It's time for you to fall overboard now, Mr. Sneed," directed the manager. "Make a good fall, and put plenty of splash into it." "Oh dear!" groaned the actor. "I suppose I must!" In anticipation of this he had donned an old suit of clothes, as had Mr. Bunn, and the latter, for one of very few times, did not wear his tall hat.
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