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Ahoy!" sang out Jack, as he and Russ sent the boat over the waves to the rescue. "Ahoy! We'll have you safe in a minute!" "Quick! Get that picture! Film it!" cried Mr. Pertell to one of the other camera men. "I can work that scene in somehow." There was very little that was not "grist" which came to the "mill" of Mr. Pertell's cameras.
"Yes, we are all going," went on Mr. Pertell. "I think " "One moment, if you please!" interrupted a middle-aged actor whose face seemed to indicate that he lived more on vinegar than on the milk of human kindness. "We are not all going, if you please, Mr. Pertell." "Who is not going, Mr. Sneed, pray?" the manager wanted to know. "I, for one.
Pertell was kept busy arranging for transportation, and hotel accommodations, and for the taking care of such films as he would send back from the interior of Florida, since none would be developed there. This work would have to be done, and positives printed for the projecting machines, in New York. This custom was generally followed when the company went out of town.
Meanwhile other plays were being considered, and Mr. Pertell repeated his promise, that if "A False Count" was successful he would give Ruth and Alice real "star" parts. They were eager for this, and, now that their father had seen how well they did, he was enthusiastic over them, and very glad to let them go on in the moving picture business.
"We'll film that burning barn scene to-day," said Mr. Pertell one morning at the breakfast table, when he had ascertained that the atmospheric conditions were right. "That's the one where you two DeVere girls are surprised on your little farm by the visit of some Union soldiers.
"Here are your new parts," said Mr. Pertell. "Look them over with your father as soon as you can. He is to be in the play with you." "Oh, isn't this exciting!" cried Alice, as she took the typewritten manuscript. "Real parts at last, Ruth!" "Yes. We will be real actresses if we keep on. I wonder what I am cast for?" "My! We're becoming quite adept in theatrical talk.
The boys will stow away your traps in one of the wagons, and if you'll distribute yourselves in the other wagons we'll git along. I could have brought horses for all of you, but I wasn't sure how many could ride." "Very few of us do, I'm afraid," observed Mr. Pertell.
Everyone came to a standstill at that. In a few seconds the damage was repaired, and the play went on. It was, in the main, a "parlor" drama, and there were to be only a few outdoor scenes. "That will do for the present," said Mr. Pertell. "You may all take a rest now. This will be our last New York play for some time that is, after we get the outdoor scenes for this."
"Hurry with those rails!" called Mr. Pertell to Mr. Bunn. "He can't stay in that icy water forever." Some of the men who had been working at removing the snow now came up with ropes and trace chains. Then, when the rails were spread out on the ice, near the air hole, the rescuers were able to get near enough to throw the ends of several lines to Mr. Sneed.
What do you say?" he asked the manager. "Shall we lower away?" "I think so," was the answer from Mr. Pertell. "I want to get some views of the schooner sailing off before the storm. It will be a sort of introduction to the shipwreck that is to come later." "All right!" exclaimed Russ. "That suits me. I'll get the camera and films ready. I'll need a helper." "Oh, of course," agreed the manager.
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