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Updated: June 20, 2025
Even Mr. Sneed seemed to enjoy himself, and the former vaudeville actresses condescended to say it was "interesting." One day an important film had been made and the work involved was so hard that everyone was glad to go to their "bunks" early. Mr. Pertell, Russ and Mr. DeVere occupied a large tent near the wagons where the ladies had their quarters.
But hardly had the manager stretched out in a chair, resting one shirt-sleeved arm over the back, when he started up, and looked intently toward one corner of the studio. "I wonder why he is going in there?" observed the manager, half aloud. "Who?" asked Alice, for the moving picture company was like one big family, in a way. "That new man," went on Mr. Pertell.
"We'll get our money back, never fear, if the film turns out all right," said Mr. Pertell. "Now how are you coming on? That's what I came to see. I want some of my principal actors to get familiar with the ship, so I brought them down. I started with Jepson, up in the studio," he added in a lower voice, for the benefit of Captain Brisco, "but he balked, I'll tell you about it later.
The action of the play began, as Russ clicked away at the handle of his machine. Suddenly a girl screamed. "Oh, what is it?" demanded Miss Pennington, jumping up. "Sit down! You'll spoil the film!" cried Mr. Pertell. There was a little confusion for a moment. "It's only one of the girls who has run a needle into her finger," the forewoman explained. "It often happens.
By this time he had cleared his mouth of snow, and repeated his determination, without the interruptions and stutterings. "Did you get that spill, Russ?" asked Mr. Pertell, who could not keep from laughing. "Every move of it; yes, sir!" "Good. I think we can make use of it, though it wasn't in the scenario. But we'll have to start over again. I want to get a good close finish."
Towne glanced at his wet and dripping garments garments that, but a short time ago, had been a walking testimonial of the tailor's art. Now they were wet and misshapen. "Why, you can't expect a man who has just been rescued from New York Bay to look as though he came out of a band-box; can you, dear man?" asked Mr. Pertell.
Pertell to Whitlow, "ride down there and deliver the message that's your part in this scene." There was a small automobile which Mr. Pertell had been using standing near, and Maurice leaped into this and started across the field toward a detachment of the Southern cavalry. Away rattled Maurice in the car, and the camera man ground away, showing the farmer on his way to give the warning.
Pertell to have his company give an idea of shipwreck by leaping into the water. No one would have jumped into those waters had they been shark-infested. But, as I have said, none of the tigers of the deep showed, and, a little later, Jack was being lifted into the small boat. They had reached him just when his strength was about exhausted.
As a last resort, when it was found that the repaired pumps could not keep the water down in the hold, so big was the leak, the signal of distress had been hoisted. And, after many anxious hours, it had been thus providentially answered. Then a thought came to Mr. Pertell. The weather had cleared. The schooner would keep afloat a few hours more. Why not make the pictures of the shipwreck now?
"If you folks use enough of them there disinfectants and carbolic acid, you may scare away all the rats and mice that eat my corn in the winter." "Oh! will there be rats and mice?" asked Ruth, apprehensively. "Not in the hospital," said Mr. Pertell with a laugh. "It will be strictly sanitary as much so as things were in the days of sixty-three."
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