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Hooley aside and showed him the copy of the Harpoon she had had printed, and whispered to him her idea of the change in the action of the scenario. He seized upon the scheme and the paper with gusto. "You are a jewel, Miss Fielding!" he declared. "If this doesn't make those old tabbies come to life and act naturally, nothing ever will!"
"You don't think you could rewrite the remaining scenes so that we can keep on to the conclusion?" he asked thoughtfully. "Why, Mr. Hooley! How about the throne-room scene? Wonota must appear in that. You say yourself that we cannot use anybody in her place." "How about cutting out that scene? Finish the play on this side of the water. Don't go to France at all." "Then the picture is spoiled!"
Jim Hooley came striding down to the three Eastern girls, flushed and with scowling brow. "I want to know who did that?" he shouted. "No thanks to anybody but my camera men that the whole scene wasn't a fizzle. And what would Mr. Hammond have said? Who were those men, Miss Fielding?" "What men?" asked Ruth in wonder. "Up there on the other bank?
The dense underbrush had parted behind the upper tier of Indians and in the aperture thus made appeared a face and part of the figure of a man a wild face with straggling hair and beard, and the upper part of his body clad in the rags of a shirt. "What in thunder was that, Hooley?" cried Mr. Hammond. "Somebody butted in. It's spoiled the whole thing.
This held back for two nights and a day the heavy cultch floating down stream, and piled up a good deal of water, too, for the boom soon became a regular dam. Below the dam thus made the level of the stream dropped perceptibly. "I am going to put Wonota in her canoe into the stream above the boom," Hooley explained. "When the boom is cut the whole mass will shoot down ahead of the girl.
"Wonota is confident it was he who ran me down in New York. I am afraid of him," she repeated. "Well, I will arrange for the shortening of our stay here. Mr. Hooley will 'phone you the time we will leave probably to-morrow morning very early."
She had come to appreciate Hooley as, in a sense, a creative genius who should have his mind perfectly free of all other subjects especially of annoying topics of thought if he was to turn out a thoroughly good picture. Hooley fairly lived in the picture while the scenes were being shot.
"I'll have the scoundrel looked for," promised Hooley, turning to go upstream again. "But don't tell these rough men why you want Dakota Joe," advised the girl of the Red Mill. "No?" "You know how they are even some of the fellows working for the picture company. They are pretty rough themselves. I do not want murder done because of my narrow escape." The other girls cried out at this, but Mr.
Hooley nodded understandingly. "I get you, Miss Fielding. But I'll make it so he can't try any capers around here again. No, sir!" The girls were left to discuss the awful peril that had threatened, and come so near to over-coming, Ruth. Helen was particularly excited about it. "I do think, Ruth, that we should start right for home. This is altogether too savage a country.
Hooley had seen the logs start. Squeezed out by the weight of the pile, the lower logs, stripped of bark and squealing like living creatures started over the brink. They rolled, faster and faster, down upon the unwarned Ruth Fielding. And behind the leaders poured the whole pile, gathering speed as the avalanche made headway!
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