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And it was the rehearsal for the preliminary battles and skirmishes that the girls were now witnessing. "Tell that battery to get ready to fire!" cried Mr. Pertell, and this word went over the telephone. "Come on now with that Union charge!" was the next command. Then hundreds of horses thundered down the slopes of Oak Farm, while the hidden guns thundered.
"Isn't he running the machine all right?" "Oh, he's running it all right," said Mr. Pertell in tones of disgust. "And that's just the trouble! I told him to jump on a horse with that dispatch, and he goes in the auto!" "I suppose he thought it was quicker," commented Paul. "Quicker! Yes, I should say it was! But I'll get him out of there quicker than he can shake a stick at a dead mule.
This is really the most scrumptiously scrumptious place I've ever seen!" "I'm afraid you're hopeless," was the smiling retort. "Well, it's certainly swell that's my word for it," answered Russ, with a frank laugh. Indeed, Mr. Pertell had not spared expense in taking out his moving picture company. And he had a method in going to one of the largest and finest hotels in St. Augustine.
"I ah er presume we shall have a little time to er see the sights of St. Augustine; will we not?" asked one of the actors, in affected, drawling tones. "Oh, yes, plenty of time, Mr. Towne," answered Mr. Pertell. Claude Towne was a new member of the company, rather a "dudish" sort of chap, and not, as yet, very well liked. He dressed in what he considered the "height of fashion."
"Vun of mine shoes he iss unloose, und der lacing is dingle-dangling. It might trip me!" explained the good-natured German actor, in all seriousness. "Well, fix it, and hurry up!" cried the manager, unable to repress a smile. "Yah! I tie her goot und strong," he said, and soon this was done. "Now then all ready?" asked Mr. Pertell once more.
"Ah!" laughed Mr. Pertell. "Then we will consider it settled, and you may all begin to pack up for Elk Lodge as soon as you please." "When are we to leave?" asked Mr. DeVere. "In a few days now. I have one more play I want to stage in New York, and then we will leave for the country where we can study snow and ice effects to better advantage than here. We want to get out into the open.
"I have a new idea for to-day," said Mr. Pertell one morning, as the day's work was about to start. "In one drama I wish to show a little picnic scene, with two girls and their mother. You will be the mother, Mrs. Maguire, and with Ruth and Alice will go off up a side stream in a boat. Russ will go along, of course, to manage the camera, and I think I'll send Paul to help row the boat.
A moment later the moving picture company, headed by Russ and the two other camera men, came around the turn of some sand dunes. "There they are!" cried Ruth. "Oh, come and get us!" fairly screamed Alice. Paul put his fingers to his mouth and sent out a shrill whistle. It needed only a glance on the part of Mr. Pertell and the others to show the plight of the three marooned ones.
"When a person has received a hard blow on the head, as Estelle has, the memory is often confused. She will be all right in a day or so. Rest and quiet are what she needs." "Then she is in no immediate danger?" asked Mr. Pertell. "None whatever, physically. She came out of that fall very well, indeed. The blow on her head stunned her, but the effects of that will pass away.
I utterly and positively refuse to so demean myself." "What part have you?" asked the young fellow, looking over at Alice and nodding. "Why, he has cast me I, who have played all the principal Shakespearean characters he has cast me Wellington Bunn as a waiter in a hotel scene! Where is Mr. Pertell? I refuse to take that character!"
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