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The speakers were Alice and Ruth DeVere respectively, and they were leaning over the rail of the Mary Ellen, peering off into the swirl of driving mists, and across the heaving waters toward where the motorboat had been last seen. "Yes, I think Russ has enough pictures," Mr. Pertell said in answer to the remark of Alice. "I think you all looked sufficiently distressful.
DeVere!" called Mr. Pertell. "Glad you're here; we were waiting for you." "I hope I'm not late!" replied the actor, huskily, with a proper regard for not delaying a rehearsal. "Oh, no. You're ahead of time if anything, and I'm glad of it. We'll have to set the smuggling play aside for a time. One of my men isn't here, and I can slip in your scenes now, and be that much ahead.
Oak Farm was a big place, and, in anticipation of the war plays to be enacted there, several buildings had been built to accommodate the extra actors and actresses, where they could sleep and eat. The DeVere girls and the other members of the regular company would board at the farmhouse as they had done before. Hard work began early the next day.
They sat in the gloaming silent, waiting for their father to come home. "There's his step!" exclaimed Ruth, jumping up. "Yes but," said Alice, in puzzled, frightened tones, "it it doesn't sound like him, somehow. How how slowly he walks! Oh, I hope nothing has happened!" "Happened? How could there?" asked Ruth, yet with blanched face. The door opened, and Mr. DeVere entered.
In that was related how Hosmer DeVere, a talented actor, suddenly lost his voice, through the return of a former throat ailment. He was unable to go in his part in a legitimate drama, and, through the suggestion of Russ Dalwood, who lived in the same apartment house with the DeVeres, in New York, Mr. DeVere took up moving picture acting.
"No, but if we do go there won't be any trouble about that International company trying to steal Mr. Pertell's secrets." "I don't know about that," observed Mr. DeVere, slowly. "If they are after his big drama they may even follow us out West." "Oh, I hope not!" exclaimed Ruth, pausing with extended needle. "I don't like trouble." "There may be no trouble," her father assured her, with a smile.
DeVere, had taken a liking to Jepson. "Are you all right?" "All right, Miss Alice," he replied. "No harm done at all." "I thought sailors never fell overboard," she said, half jokingly. "I supposed they were so sure-footed that accidents like that never happened to them." "They don't not usual like, Miss," said Jack with that earnest, honest air that characterized him.
In this they have a distinct advantage. But of course the story the celluloid film tells is mostly conveyed by the action of the characters, and Mr. DeVere was an expert in this. "Good-bye, Daddy," called Alice, when he was out of the scene for a moment. "We'll be back, and you can take us out to lunch." "All right," he laughed. "Make your poor old daddy spend his hard-earned money, will you?"
"Hush, my dear," said her sister gently. "I can't!" was the answer. "When I think of poor Russ " "I'm going to put on a life preserver," exclaimed Miss Pennington, favoring Alice with a frosty stare. "Perhaps that would be a good plan for us, my dears," said Mr. DeVere to his daughters. "It can do no harm, at all events." "No," admitted Alice.
We are actually going to sea, I believe, and he has engaged some old sailors, or at least one so far, to give it a proper nautical flavor. It's only for tomorrow that we have to go earlier than usual." Mr. DeVere seemed more like himself after he had told his daughters of his vision. It did not so depress him now, and the rest of the meal passed off in a much more jolly manner.
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