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I had some mending to do." "Is that why Russ has threads on his coat sleeve was it his coat you were mending?" "Oh, Alice you are hopeless!" protested Ruth, but she blushed vividly. That afternoon, as Mrs. Macksey was overseeing the getting of supper, Alice, who went to the kitchen for something, heard the veteran hunter and his wife in conversation.
Ruth and Alice, as well as Russ and Paul, laughed at the plight, and Mr. Switzer, with a chuckle, exclaimed: "Ha! Maybe mine pretzels vill come in useful after all!" "That's no joke maybe they will," observed Mr. Sneed, gloomily. "We may have to stay here all night." "Oh, we could walk to Elk Lodge if we had to," put in Mr. Macksey, as he took the lantern which the other driver brought up.
Macksey to Alice, "you'd better stick to the road. The men have been out with homemade snowplows breaking a trail. That's what we do around here after a storm. You'd better stick to the road." "We will!" cried Alice. "Will you come, Ruth?" "Later perhaps not now. I want to study a new part I have." "I suppose you're waiting for Russ," whispered Alice. "Don't be silly!" flashed Ruth.
"I thought you liked the storm so," observed Ruth. "I do, but I like supper too, and I think it must be ready." Out of the sleds climbed the cold and cramped picture players, all thought of the fierce storm now forgotten. "Go right in," invited Mr. Macksey. "Supper's waiting!" "Welcome to Elk Lodge!" called a motherly voice, and Mrs. Macksey appeared in the open door of the main corridor.
"Here, can someone hold the reins while I get out?" he asked. "I will," offered Russ, and he held the rear team. The horses who had fallen had struggled to their feet and were quiet now. But the front part of the sled seemed to have sagged into the snow. "I thought so!" exclaimed Mr. Macksey, as he got up after peering under the vehicle. "No going on like this." "What happened?" asked Alice.
But I have some scenes calling for a big man battling in the snow to save a girl, and you and Miss Alice are the proper characters. So I hope you won't disappoint me." "I'll do my best," promised Mr. Macksey. "But I'm not used to that sort of work."
"I think we can safely go out, and make some of the scenes in the play 'Snowbound," he went on. "There will not be much danger that we will be caught in another blizzard; will there?" he asked of Mr. Macksey. "I should hope not!" was the answer. "I don't believe there is any snow left in the clouds. Still, don't take too many chances. Don't go more than ten miles away."
They came to a narrow place in the road, where the snow was piled high on either side. There was room for but one sled at a time. "I hope we don't meet anyone here," said Mr. Macksey. "If they do we'll have a hard job passing. G'lang there!" he called to his horses. They were half-way through the snow defile, when the leading sleigh, in which rode Ruth and Alice, swerved to one side.
Even in the stress of what had happened to him and his companions, his instinct as a moving picture operator was ever foremost. "We had better get them to Elk Lodge, and feed them upon something warm," suggested Mr. Macksey. "I told the wife to have a good meal ready, for I knew they would be chilled through." "It was pretty cold in there," confessed Alice.
But there was no actual suffering at Elk Lodge. Before it got to that point Mr. Macksey hitched up six horses to a big sled and made his way into town. He brought back enough provisions for a small company of soldiers. "Now let it 'bliz' if it wants to!" he cried, as he and his men stocked up the storeroom. "Now for some hard work," said Mr. Pertell one day, about ten days after the big storm.
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