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DeVere, who remained outside the ice cave, explained through a crevice in the ice wall that made conversation possible how, becoming uneasy at the failure of his daughters to return, he had set out, in company with Mr. Macksey to look for them. In their turn Ruth and Alice, with occasional words from Russ and Paul, told how they had become imprisoned. "Are you hurt?" asked Mr. DeVere, anxiously.
She errased all other beauties by her appearance; so much so that Madame d'Ivry's court could not but look, the men in admiration, the women in dislike, at this dazzling young creature. None of the countesses, duchesses, princesses, Russ, Spanish, Italian, were so fine or so handsome. There were some New York ladies at Baden as there are everywhere else in Europe now.
"This will have to stop!" Together he and Russ, followed by Paul, made a dash in the direction of the rival photographer. But the latter saw them coming, and hastily picking up his machine he ran toward a clump of woods not far off. And by the time his pursuers reached there he was not to be found, though they searched about for some time.
"We have done enough for today, and I'll signal Russ to come in, if he hasn't already started to do so. My, but this wind is blowing a regular gale!" Others than Ruth found it uncomfortable on deck, and there was a general movement toward the cabins which had been fitted up with considerable comfort, even if the craft was an old one.
A solid block of ice had slid down from some higher point, and had blocked the opening to the odd cavern. But the two were not daunted. They realized the necessity of getting out, and that within a short time. Though they were all warmly dressed, the air of the cavern was chilly, to say the least. "Keep moving, girls!" called Russ to Ruth and Alice, as he and Paul chipped away at the ice.
Russ called to her, while he continued to grind away at the camera. "He won't hurt you. This will make a dandy picture! I'm going to film the deer." "Oh, but suppose he jabs me with his horns?" wailed Ruth, who was not quite so alarmed now. "They are terribly sharp." "Don't worry!" Russ answered. "This is coming out great. The deer was just the one thing needed to make this film a success."
Proof beyond doubt that Sally loved me was so sweet, so overwhelming a thing, that I could not resist, even to save her disgrace. "Russ, the fact of your being here is the very thing to save you if they come," Sally whispered softly. "What do I care what they think?" She put her arms round my neck. I gave up then and held her as if she indeed were my only hope.
The moving picture girls, too, came in for their share of attention, and had Uncle Joshua been there he probably would have been one of the centres of attraction. But, after being suitably rewarded, he went back to his palm hut, which had served the lost girls so well. Russ made a few more films, to complete the set wanted, and then came a packing-up for the return to New York.
I'm like a sick coyote that snaps at everything. I've wanted you to go into the very depths of despair. But I couldn't send you. So I took out my spite on poor Miss Sampson. It was a damn unmanly thing for me to do." "Oh, it's not so bad as all that. But you might have been less abrupt. Russ, you seem to take an an awful tragic view of your your own case." "Tragic? Hah!"
Bunker and Grandma Bell hurried out to the barn. As they drew near it they heard a voice shouting: "Oh, make it stop! Make it stop going! I'm so tired! My legs are so tired!" At the same time a low rumbling could be heard, like that of very distant thunder. "Oh, what is it?" gasped Mother Bunker. "Oh, Russ, what have you done now?"
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