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I've been getting by with a bunch of freaks that think they're real riders if they can lope a horse up-grade without falling off backwards. Most of my direction of those actorines has been knowing to a hair how much footage to give 'em without showing how raw their work is.

Casey saw that he was expected to believe that they were at work in the tunnel, driving it in to a certain contact of which they spoke frequently and at length. At supper they would mention their footage for that day's work, and Casey would hide a grin of derision. Casey knew rock as he knew bacon and beans and his sour-dough can.

Luck's spirits rose a little while he turned the crank, and just for pure relief at the perfect naturalness of it, he gave that scene an extra ten feet of footage. With Applehead he had some difficulty. Applehead looked the part of sheriff, all right. He wore his trousers tucked inside his boots because he always wore them so, especially when he rode.

"You're all right, Flips." "Well, everything's jake, then?" "Everything's jake with me." "All right! And about his work keeping up trust your old friend and well-wisher. And say, Jeff " Her eyes gleamed reminiscently. "You ain't caught him dancing yet. Well wait, that's all. We'll put on a fox-trot in the next picture that will sure hog the footage."

True, they used about half the usual amount of film footage in getting to foreground; probably underspeeded the camera, an old, old trick which has helped to put the dash and ginger into many a poor horseman's act.

Once, I know, he blackened his two front teeth with pencil tappings while he visualized a stampede and the probable amount of footage it would require, and debated whether it should be "shot" with two cameras or three to get scenes from different angles.

Choke him right back, Monte! Now-w-w then, clinch! Clinch and hang on! Good! And now the kiss! You know, Monte, the long kiss the genuwine Monte kiss! Oh, if you love me, Monte, give me footage on that kiss! That's it hold it! Hold it! Keep on holding it!" "But, Mr.

The camera man was figuring up footage or something, and his assistant was hurrying to get the tripod folded and put away. There was a new briskness in the movements of every one save Luck himself, after he spoke that last sentence through the megaphone. The Happy Family or that part of it which had thrown away pitchforks and taken to the pictures came clanking across the stage toward Luck.

"Go to it, cowboy take all the footage you want!" called Baird in a curiously choked voice. The actor took some more footage. "But we got to keep a stiff upper lip, old pal, you and me both. No cryin', no bustin' down. We had out last gallop together, an' we're at the forkin' of th' trail. So we got to be brave we got to stand the gaff."

And also, it occurred to him, he was a dead one or would be when he reported officially to McDowell. What a merry scrap there would be among the heirs of John Keith, deceased! The old shop still clung to its corner, which was valuable as "business footage" now. But it possessed a new barber. He was alone.