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"Who's that?" shouted Mr. Hammond, likewise excited. "He's spoiled that shot, I am sure." Ruth sat up on the shelf and looked over. "Oh!" she cried. "Is he killed?" "He ought to be, if he isn't," growled Mr. Hooley. "What did you do that for, Wonota?" The Indian girl advanced upon the man writhing on the ground. Dakota Joe saw her coming and set up another frightened yell.
I'll be one m-a-ass of bruises!" "Stop, William!" commanded Ruth, trying to make the driver of their wagon hear her. "This is too too realistic." The man did not seem to hear her at all. Ruth scrambled up and staggered toward the front, although Mr. Hooley had instructed the girls to remain at the rear of the wagons so that they could be seen from the place where the cameras were stationed.
"Better read your contract. If you won't do it, somebody else will have to. You know, we've got a man at the studio who could change Hamlet into a slap-stick comedy over night, if the emergency arose." "I will not agree to have my picture ruined," said Ruth, almost in tears. "That isn't the way to look at it," Hooley observed more kindly.
"We can move the whole company over the Canadian border, and before Bilby can do anything over there we'll have finished 'The Long Lane's Turning. That's the only way I see out of the mess." "But think of the expense!" "Sure! I'm thinking of that all the time," grumbled Hooley. "And don't you forget that the boss never allows me to lose sight of it.
"Well, that I expected to contend with. And most of them even in their best bib and tucker were not out of the picture. Not at all! That was not the main difficulty and the one that has spoiled our day's work." "Indeed?" "I am afraid Jim Hooley will have to fake the whole scene after all," continued the manager. "Those women came all dressed up 'to have their pictures took, it is true.
Might as well make up our minds to take the loss; but we must be sure that a similar accident does not occur again." "Will Mr. Hooley risk taking the scene over on that island?" asked Ruth thoughtfully. "Why not? It is a fine location couldn't be beat. We've got to shoo that old man out of it, that's all."
She was laden with two bags one an ancient carpet-bag that must have been seventy-five years old, and the other a bright tan one of imitation leather with brass clasps. She wore a coal-scuttle hat pulled down over her eyes so that her face was quite extinguished. Altogether her get-up was rather startling. Mr. Hammond saw Jim Hooley come out of his tent to stare at the new arrival.
The Indian girl came, gun in hand, as though just from the chase. As she ran into the field of the camera Hooley shouted his advice and she obeyed his words to the letter. Until She raised her eyes, quite as she was told. But she looked beyond Grand and Onehorse struggling on the rock. It was to another figure she looked that of Ruth being forced over the verge of the narrow path.
The next day was just as lovely as that first one. Preparations were under way all over the island Mr. Hammond had rented for the making of the picture which Ruth had written. The continuity was being studied by Mr. Hooley, the director; and the principals had been furnished with their detail. The ordinary participants in the filming of a picture the "extras" seldom know much about the story.
"You are much better treated than most picture writers, you know very well. And here you have a chance to 'save' your own work," and Mr. Hooley finished with a laugh. "It is no laughing matter," she told him. "I wanted this to be a really big picture. And I do not want to cut out Wonota. Without that throne-room scene it will fall flat." "We should have taken it in New York," grumbled Mr. Hooley.
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