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And those aboard labored desperately to keep her afloat. "Talk about a shipwreck!" gasped Mr. Pertell, as a wave drenched him, "this is the most realistic I ever saw. If I could only picture this!" But it was impossible. How the planned drama of the sea would end, no one could tell. "And oh! to think of poor Russ and Mr.
Avast there!" and he stood looking around in bewilderment, while the smoke from the revolver floated upward. "Come here!" called Mr. Pertell running forward, and grasping the arm of the sailor before he could get away to step in front of any of the other moving picture machines. "You don't understand, Mr. Jepson. I merely want you to " "Yes, I reckon I heard you say what you wanted me to do.
Pertell one day, as he called the company together in the big living room of the lodge, and pointed to something piled in one corner. "You'll have to have a few days' practice, I think, so I give you fair notice." "More coasting?" asked Mr. Sneed, suspiciously. "No snowshoes, this time," replied the manager.
For a moment the police captain maintained a silence, and then, as he could no longer doubt what was said, since Mr. Pertell exhibited certain credentials, the representative of Jersey justice said: "Well, this certainly is one on me! We'd better go back, boys," he added to his men, "and we'd better keep quiet about this thing. But I sure thought this was a kidnapping case."
"There is no doubt of it," agreed Ruth, and Mr. DeVere affirmed his daughters' opinions. Mr. Pertell was told of the occurrence, and, being a good judge of pictures and persons, he decided there was no doubt as to the identity. "We will telegraph to Mr. Passamore at once," decided the director. The crisis for such it was in the case of the injured girl seemed to mark a turn for the better.
There are few rapid streams around the vicinity of Sycamore, most of them being sluggish to the point of swampiness. And a short distance away from the hotel, on some of the creeks and bayous, one could imagine oneself in some impenetrable jungle, so still and quiet was it. "It will give us some new effects in moving pictures," said Mr. Pertell. "It is just what we want."
She was a great comfort in trouble a real optimist. Then followed a period of anxious waiting. It was broken by the return of Russ, rather disheveled, tired and excited, but with his precious model safe in the taxicab with him and Mr. Pertell. "Why, Russ, where have you been?" cried Mrs. Dalwood. "I just wish I'd been there!" exclaimed Billy. "Was there a fight, Russ?"
Of course there may be no officers on that steamer who would know the old Halcyon, but ag'in, there may be. I'm afeered, Miss." "Oh, but you needn't be. Mr. Pertell will make it all right even if " "He isn't bigger than Johnnie Bull," said Jack ominously, "though Mr. Pertell is a good friend of mine. Ha! Didn't I tell you? There they come right for us, and they're signallin' us to lay to."
The second volume was entitled "The Moving Picture Girls at Oak Farm; Or, Queer Happenings While Taking Rural Plays." The manager had made the acquaintance of Sandy Apgar in New York. Sandy managed his father's farm, in New Jersey, and Mr. Pertell took his entire company there, to make a series of farm dramas.
"What does that mean?" cried Mr. Pertell. "I didn't order two films made, and besides " "That isn't one of our men!" interrupted Russ, as he sprang away from his camera. "Who is it?" Mr. Pertell wanted to know. "It's one of our rivals. Someone from the International concern!" cried Russ. "They've followed us to steal some more of our ideas!" "You're right!" shouted Mr. Pertell.
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