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"Indeed, animals do get that way!" declared Mr. Macksey. As the snow was so deep, no dramas could be filmed in it, so Mr. Pertell and his players were enjoying enforced idleness. The time was spent, however, in learning new parts, in readiness for the time when some of the snow should have melted.
And those are the same two men who were with him before," answered Alice. "Dan Merley the man who is going to sue daddy for that five hundred dollars!" went on Ruth, clasping her hands. "And with him are the two men who were present when the street car accident happened in New York Fripp and Jagle. They are the hunters who have been annoying Mr. Macksey." "Oh, what shall we do?" asked Ruth.
"And you never saw them before?" "No, I never did." "And you have no idea where they came from?" "I couldn't tell no. I heard one of them ask the other if he thought it was safe." "If what was safe?" "He didn't say. Maybe he meant to hunt deer around here." "It won't be safe if I catch them!" declared Mr. Macksey, as he went out. Alice wondered who the men could be.
But in the backwoods, on this stretch of open fields, there was no protection except that furnished by nature; or, in this case, by the sleds. For a moment after the veteran hunter had called his warning no one moved. They all seemed paralyzed by fear. Then Mr. Macksey called again: "Into shelter, every one of you! What do you mean; standing there in this storm?
There was a crashing sound, a splintering of wood, and the two forward horses went down in a heap. "Whoa! Whoa!" called Mr. Macksey, as he reined in the others. "What's happened?" asked Mr. DeVere. "Some sort of a breakdown," answered the hunter. "Serious?" the actor wanted to know, trying to peer ahead in the gloom. "I can't tell yet," was the answer.
"Keep covered up!" shouted Mr. Macksey, through the visor of his cap, which was pulled down over his face. "We'll be there pretty soon." On through the drifts plunged the straining horses. It was all six of them could do, pull as they might, to make their way. How cruelly the wind cut, and how the snow flakes stung!
Macksey will be sure to think about these, and look here for us. I think we are all right now." "We're better off, at any rate," observed Ruth. "I believe we might make a fire, Alice." "That's what I say." They had taken off their snowshoes, and now, by stamping and kicking at the boxes, they managed to break them up into kindling wood. Soon a little blaze was crackling on the hearth.
"We can't take any moving pictures; can we?" "Not in this storm," Mr. Macksey declared. "It would be as much as your life is worth to go out. It is bitter cold and the wind cuts like a knife!" "I wish I could get some views," spoke Russ. "It would give New York audiences something to talk about, to see moving pictures of a storm like this."
Macksey had set a gang of men, hired for the occasion, to scraping the snow off the frozen lake, and when Ruth and Alice came back they found several of the picture players skating, while Russ was getting ready to film one of the first scenes of the drama. "You're in this, Mr. Sneed," said the manager. "You are supposed to be skating along, when you trip and fall breaking your leg "
"Have we enough to last through a storm?" "Well, we've got some," Mr. Macksey admitted. "But I own I would like a little better stock in the Lodge. I counted on some supplies coming in to-day; but they haven't arrived. We'll have to do the best we can." "What is all the excitement about, Alice?" asked Ruth as she came out to join her sister on the porch. "A big storm coming, Mr. Macksey says.
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