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"Well, Miss Wonota," said Ruth, trying to ignore the officious man who evidently annoyed the Indian maiden, "I am very thankful you did have your rifle with you at this particular juncture." She approached the fence and reached over it to clasp the Indian girl's hand warmly. "We are going in to see you shoot at the glass balls, for I see the show is about to start.
So Ruth was hard at work on a scenario, or detailed plot, even before Mr. Hammond made his arrangements with the Indian Department for the transferring of the services of Princess Wonota from Dakota Joe's Wild West Show to the Alectrion Film Corporation for a certain number of months. The matter had now gone so far that it could not be kept from Dakota Joe.
I do not know what became of the little fat man." "I saw him drive away," Ruth said. "It made me suspicious. I had already seen and talked with the fat man, whose name is Bilby. Don't forget that name, Wonota." "I will remember," said the Indian girl, composedly. "He may make some other attempt to get possession of you. Some attempt by aid of the courts."
"I will tell you then just how much obliged to you I am," and she smiled in a most friendly fashion. Wonota's smile was faint, but her black eyes seemed suddenly to sparkle. The man at the fence looked suspiciously from the white girls to the Indian maid, but he made no further comment as Wonota hastened away. "What do you know about that Indian girl?" demanded Jennie Stone excitedly.
"I should like to know what you call it then!" the girl of the Red Mill demanded indignantly. She was quick to grasp the chance of engaging Fenbrook in an argument that would enable Wonota and the two other girls to slip out of the other door of the taxicab and reach the yard gate. She flashed a look over her shoulder that Helen Cameron understood.
When it seems that the time is ripe to screen a story about a pretty, plump girl, you shall have an important part in the production," promised Ruth. "But listen to me do! I am going to make Princess Wonota an Indian star " "I believe you," drawled the plump girl. "I suppose you might call her a 'shooting star'?" An inspiration is all right even when it strikes one in the middle of the night.
Now, with all these "big" scenes filmed, the more difficult work of making the individual scenes of action came to the fore. Wonota had to be coached over and over again in her scenes with Mr. Grand and Miss Keith. Both the latter were well-practised screen actors and could register the ordinary gamut of emotions as easily as they ate their breakfast or powdered their noses.
He swerved the megaphone to the men waiting on the bank: "Look out for Miss Fielding, some of you fellows. The rest of you stand ready to grab Wonota when that canoe goes over." Again to the Indian girl: "Now, Wonota! Pitch the paddle away. Lean over grab at his head. There it is!" The Indian girl did as instructed, leaning so far that the canoe tipped. Mr. Hooley raised his hand.
The chauffeur of Ruth's car slackened his dangerous pace and yelled: "It's all over, you fellers! We might have been trod into the ground for all of you. It takes this Injun gal to turn the trick. I take off my hat to Wonota." "I guess we all take off our hats to her!" cried Helen, sitting up again. "She saved us that is what she did!" "Good girl, Wonota!"
"And you are coupled up with this Hammond feller that they tell me has put in a bid for Wonota over and above what she's wuth, and what I can pay. Ain't that so?" "If you wish to discuss the matter with Mr. Hammond I will give you his address," Ruth said with dignity. "I am not prepared to discuss the matter with you, Mr. Fenbrook." "Is that so?" he snarled.
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