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"I insist, though, on being put in a boat!" cried Mr. Sneed. "I want to get off this dangerous ship." "I do, too!" exclaimed Mr. Bunn. "I advise you both to stick to this ship," spoke Mr. Pertell, seriously. "Never!" cried the grouch, and the former Shakespearean actor echoed the word. "Let them go," decided Captain Falcon, in a low voice to the moving picture manager.
This was evident, for the Western play had been stopped, and the camera operator, with a weary look on his face, was leaning against a post, as if in despair of ever completing that day's run of film. "No, no, Mr. Bunn, you must not do it that way," the manager was saying. "When Ardite, in the character of the young outlaw, shoots at you, stand up without flinching.
Bunn was quite exhausted from his experience, and, as the affair had tried the nerves of all, it was decided to give up picture work for the rest of the day. "I can't help regretting, though," said Mr. Pertell, as they were on their way back to the steamer, "that we didn't get a moving picture of that. It would have made a great film better even than the one I had planned."
Towne enjoyed the luxury of a good bath, and their clothes were cleaned. Alice came in for much praise, for it was her quick wit, in a way, that had enabled Mr. Bunn to be so promptly saved. "And to replace your daughters' spoiled skirts, Mr. DeVere," said the manager, in speaking of the matter later, "I beg that I may be allowed to get them whole new suits."
Pertell and his assistants gave out the parts in another play, and the rehearsals began. Almost at the start there was trouble. "I'm not going to play that part!" objected Wellington Bunn, stalking with a tragic air toward the manager. "Why, what's the matter with your part?"
"Then it wasn't so bad as you expected; was it, Daddy?" asked Alice. "No, I found many of the company to be very fine characters, and some with exceptional ability. Mr. Wellington Bunn, by the way, is a man after my own heart." "Oh, yes. He seemed very anxious to play Shakespeare," remarked Alice, with a smile. "I heard Mr.
A pair of muddy boots was heard and seen descending one of the ladders, followed by the manly and still rather neat form of Lieutenant Barker Bunn, a Cornell man from West Philadelphia. The three men sprang to their feet and saluted smartly, for the lieutenant was very stiff about all the preliminary forms. "Too loud talking here," he said gruffly. "I heard you before I came down. Who is here?
He's going down every minute, too, and if you don't get him out soon you never will." "Oh, mercy!" screamed Miss Pennington. "How horrible!" "To be buried alive!" gasped Miss Dixon. "Quiet!" commanded Mr. Pertell, sternly. "Come on, gentlemen!" he called to the male members of the company. "We must save him!" "Oh, do get me out!" cried the unfortunate Mr. Bunn.
It's made of waffles, and they're very crisp and nice." "She may also eat my wheelbarrow," added a pleasant looking Muffin. "It's made of nabiscos with a zuzu wheel." "Very good; very good," remarked Mr. Bunn. "That is certainly very kind of you. Go with Pop Over and Mr. Muffin, little girl, and they will feed you." "Thank you very much," said Dorothy, gratefully.
"Get some rails from that. And then get in the picture!" "Oh, such a life!" groaned Mr. Bunn. "This is to save a life!" the manager reminded him. And while Russ continued to make moving pictures of the unexpected scene, the others set about the work of rescue. Later this could be interpolated in the drama to make it appear as though it had all been arranged in advance.
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