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Hammond the moment she landed on the island where the moving picture company was established. But, as she saw that the Gem was not at the dock, she scarcely expected to find the president of the company at hand and in that expectation she was not mistaken. Mr. Hooley, the director, however, told her what he knew about the occurrence that had started Totantora so madly from the island in the canoe.
He saw the three white girls in the rear of the wagon. It was he who shouted: "That runaway must be stopped! It's Miss Fielding and her friends in that wagon. Stop them!" "Great Scott, Boss! how you going to stop those mules?" Jim Hooley demanded. But Wonota did not ask anybody as to the method of stopping the runaway. She was perfectly fearless of either horses or mules.
It was impressed upon her mind more deeply than ever before, however, that her arrangement with the Alectrion Film Corporation was not wholly satisfactory. She had learned so much now about the making of a screen picture that often her advice in the directing of the action was accepted with admiration by Mr. Hooley. Mr.
Oh, but it hurt at first! Wrenched, I suppose." Jim Hooley, the director, had telephoned for Mr. Hammond, and the producer hurried to the hotel. He insisted on bringing a surgeon with him.
"I don't know. Nobody seems to know who he is about Herringport. He was living in an old fish-house down on the Point when we came here last week with the full strength of the company. And I have made use of the old fellow in your 'Seaside Idyl'. "He seems to be a queer duck. But he has some idea of the art of acting, it seems. Director Jim Hooley is delighted with him.
I was present at an interview between him and senior-constable Hooley, who nearly rivalled the savage in lack of beauty. Hooley had been a soldier in the Fifth Fusiliers, and had been convicted of the crime of manslaughter, having killed a coloured man near Port Louis, in the Mauritius. He was sentenced to penal servitude for the offence, and had passed two years of his time in Tasmania.
Below the dam the men were arranged at important points, so that if the logs and drift threatened to pile up after the boom was cut, they could jump in with their pike-poles and keep the drift moving. On one shore the cameras were placed, and Jim Hooley, with his megaphone, stood on a prominent rock.
A search was made by some of the men for Dakota Joe. It was said he had left for another logging camp far to the north before daybreak that very morning. Nobody had seen him since that early hour. "Just the same, he hung around long enough to start those logs to rolling. And I am not sure but that he had help," Jim Hooley said, talking the matter over later, after Mr.
Those that knocked the chocks out from under that heap of logs? You don't suppose that avalanche of timber started all by itself?" "I don't know what you are talking about, Mr. Hooley," declared Ruth Fielding. "And surely," Helen added quickly, "you do not suppose that it was her fault? She might have been killed."
Each split second threatened the discharge of the gun. With a stifled cry he tried to leap out of the crack and along the path down which he had come so secretly. But he stumbled. His riding boots were not fit for climbing on such a rugged shelf. Stumbling again, he threw out one hand to find nothing more stable to clutch than the empty air! "Wonota!" shouted Hooley again. "Stop!"
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