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Bunn, for he saw the cowboy taking a revolver from its holster, and the actor evidently thought he was to be "held up" then and there, and perhaps scalped. "Too bad. I wish you did, and could tell me what to use," sighed Baldy, and then, with a whoop he raised his gun in the air and fired. Instantly all the other cowboys were doing the same thing, as their horses broke into a fast gallop.
Sneed remained for a moment, posing on the back of his horse, and then, with a farewell wave of his hand he rode back to join Mr. Bunn and the others in fighting the fire that had been "made to order." Mr. DeVere, too, after seeing his family off in the wagon, leaped on a horse and also galloped back to help fight the flames.
He managed to grasp one, and, a moment later was hauled out on the ice. "I I I'm c-c-c-cold!" he stammered, as he stood with the icy water dripping from him. "Shouldn't wonder but what you were," agreed Mr. Pertell. "Now the thing for you to do is to run to the Lodge as fast as you can. Here, Mr. Bunn, you and Paul run alongside him, with a hold on either arm.
It was on one afternoon following a rather hard day's work before the cameras, that Ruth and Alice, with Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon, sat on the porch of the farmhouse, waiting for the supper bell. Russ and Paul were off to one side, talking, and Mr. DeVere and Mr. Bunn were discussing their early days in the legitimate. Mr. Pertell came up the walk, a worried look on his face, seeing which Mr.
So they told him, and, according to the habit of college boys, they skirmished over the ground of debate again, and Barker Bunn vigorously supported the majority opinion, and Mitchell was left in a hopeless minority of one, clinging obstinately to his faith that there had been, and still might be, some use for the German language.
Perhaps, my dear Smith, the immortal Bunn is right after all. For no beer, you will grant, is so pleasant as that which has the froth on. Its freshness even compensates for its want of strength.
With a deep bellow the animal sprang to its feet. It stood still for a moment and then, with a snort, it wheeled around and made straight for Mr. Bunn. For a moment the veteran actor stood still. Fortunately, some little distance separated him from the steer. Otherwise he might have been impaled on its short horns. "Run! Run!" cried Pete Batso.
"Shall I get that?" asked Russ, and before the manager could answer the bronco began running around in a circle. "Yes! Get it!" ordered Mr. Pertell. "We can change the play to work it in. It's too funny to lose." "Whoa! Stop it! Somebody stop him! I'm getting dizzy!" cried Mr. Bunn, leaning forward and clasping his arms about the neck of the pony.
We'll call this film 'A Modern Pickwick, instead of what we planned. In Dickens' story there's a scene somewhat like this. We'll change the whole thing about. "Russ, you go on ahead, and when Paul and Mr. Bunn come along with Mr. Sneed, you get them as they run." "All right," assented the young moving picture operator, as he kept on grinding away at the crank.
This "river attack" showed one phase of the big marine drama. Ruth and Alice, in company with Mr. Bunn, as an old 'longshoreman, were supposed to be rowed across a river to escape harbor thieves. To get good local color the location of the scene was fixed on the Jersey side of the Hudson river, above the Palisades. Thither those of the company required in the scene journeyed one day.
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