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"No, only a few feet." "Well, try again. And, Pepper, look out for your head this time, that you don't get that caught in the safe. You might lose it." "Uh!" grunted the human grouch. Russ Dalwood came out of the developing room. "That's going to be a great film!" he declared. It's one of the best I've ever seen. The pictures will show up fine." "Glad to hear it," remarked the manager.
"Yes, she seems very capable of late," he agreed, remembering how she had worked to get him into the moving picture business. "And with Russ no harm will come to them," went on Mrs. Dalwood. "He's a good boy." "Indeed he is! But I wish I knew what it was all about."
In that was related how Hosmer DeVere, a talented actor, suddenly lost his voice, through the return of a former throat ailment. He was unable to go in his part in a legitimate drama, and, through the suggestion of Russ Dalwood, who lived in the same apartment house with the DeVeres, in New York, Mr. DeVere took up moving picture acting.
While Russ Dalwood and his helper were grinding their cameras, reeling away at the film on which was being impressed the shifting vision of Estelle Brown taking her hazardous leap, Alice, Ruth, and the others were watching to see how the daring young horsewoman would come out of it. "She's going to land in a minute!" exclaimed Miss Dixon. "In a minute? In a half second!" cried Alice.
Your friend, Russ Dalwood, told me to do this, and I think it is a good idea." "It's sure to be if Russ told you, isn't it, Ruth?" asked Alice, with a mischievous look at her sister, who had just come in. "How should I know?" was the cool response. "I suppose Mr. Dalwood knows what he is doing, though." "Oh, how very formal we are all of a sudden," mocked Alice.
In the first place it was a raw, windy day, and there was a pretty high sea, dashing up among the rocks of the shore, and sending a spray over toward the cameras. "I can't do anything from this point!" finally complained Russ Dalwood, who was at the machine. "I've spoiled about a hundred feet of film now. We'll have to get around that point." "All right," agreed Mr.
Soon after getting into moving picture work they became aware of a bold attempt to get away from Russ Dalwood an invention he had made for a camera. How Ruth and Alice frustrated this, and how they "made good," as Mr. Pertell put it, in an important drama, is fully told in the first book.
"I'm trying to register dismay at the muddy state of those scout shoes, as you call them, Alice. They may be nice and comfortable, as you say, and really they do look so. And I have no doubt you will find them useful if we have to do much tramping over the hills of Oak Farm. But " "Oh, we'll have to do plenty of hiking, as Russ Dalwood warned us," Alice put in.
"I was only going to say that he has not seemed well since coming back from Florida what was the harm in that?" Alice wanted to know. "Oh!" murmured Ruth. "Do come on," she added, as if she feared her fun-loving sister might say something embarrassing. "Russ will be better soon, Mrs. Dalwood," Alice called as she and her sister went down the stairway of the apartment house.
She took a bottle with her as she slipped across the hall to the flat of her neighbors. Russ went with her, anxious to do what he could. But Mr. DeVere shook his head as the bottle of simple home remedy was proffered. "Thank you very much, Mrs. Dalwood," he said hoarsely. "It is very kind of you, but I'm afraid to try it. I have had this trouble before, and "
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