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Russ and Alice reached the window at the same time. "There he is!" Alice cried. "And walking as well as any man," Russ exclaimed. "Here's where I get him!" The moving picture camera was brought to the casement, and a moment later Russ began clicking away at it. He had it focused on Merley who, with Fripp, was walking about the other cabin.
DeVere and his daughters went to their apartment, Russ accompanying them. His mother and brother were glad, not only to see the young operator but the DeVere family as well. The next day Mr. DeVere received a call from a lawyer who said he represented Dan Merley. "I have come to see if you are ready to pay that five hundred dollars before we go to court, Mr. DeVere," the lawyer said, stiffly.
"I'll get an ambulance if he really needs one," spoke a policeman, who had just come up on seeing the crowd. "Where are you hurt?" "Something's the matter with my legs," declared Merley. "I can't use my right one, and the left one is hurt, too. My foot got caught between the rail and a piece of ice, and I couldn't get loose. My friends tried to help me, but they couldn't get me away in time.
"Oh, they're coming over this way!" exclaimed Ruth. "What shall we do?" "Nothing," declared Russ, calmly. "The nearer he comes the better pictures I can get. Don't be afraid. Paul and I are here." Merley had indeed started toward the smaller cabin. He was walking rapidly and well, and Russ got some excellent pictures.
If Columbia Merley Mehronay had known this language which her husband's innocent inadvertence put into her mouth she would have strangled him even then. We did not have Mehronay with us more than a year after his wedding. Mrs. Mehronay knew what he was worth. She asked for twenty-five dollars a week for him, and when we told her the office could not afford it she took him away.
"Good-night," said the lawyer, bowing himself out. "There you are, Mr. DeVere!" cried Russ, as they were on their way from the studio. "You'd better destroy that note. It's the only evidence Merley had, and now you have it back. Tear it up burn it!" "I will indeed! I never can thank you enough for securing it for me. Those moving pictures were a clever idea."
A little later all the members of the company had heard of Russ's plan and Mr. Pertell said that as soon as the big drama was finished Russ could have as much time as he wanted to try and get a moving picture film of Merley. "I'll have to go over to that cabin, and sort of size up the situation," Russ decided. "I want to get the lay of the land, and pick out the best spot to plant my camera.
I'm hurt, and I'm hurt bad, I tell you! I think one of my legs must be run over." "Nothing like that!" declared the motorman. "There's been no legs run over by my car!" That was very evident. "Get me away from here," groaned Merley. "Well, if you're really hurt I'll call an ambulance and have you taken to the hospital," offered the policeman as he went to turn in a call.
"I sure am hurt," insisted Merley. "Why, I can hardly move now," and he seemed to stiffen all over, though there was no visible sign of injury. "Why doesn't someone get a doctor?" a boy in the crowd asked. "There'll be one in de hurry-up wagon!" exclaimed another urchin. "A feller in a white suit dem's doctors. I know, cause me fadder was in de 'ospital onct."
"But if I get the proof on the film you can't go back of that. Just imagine, working a moving picture machine in one of the courts!" and he laughed at the idea. "Perhaps you won't have to go to that end," suggested Ruth. "No, we may be able to give Merley a hint that he had better not keep on with the suit," Mr. DeVere said. "Well, Russ, I wish you luck."
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