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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Read that, Ma Bassett!" cried the news vender. Mrs. Paisley gave expression first to wonder, then utter amazement, as she read the item Ruth had had inserted in this particular "edition" of the Harpoon. She was a fine old actress and her facial registering of emotion was a marvel. Mr. Hooley had seldom to advise her.
There was only one day of planning and making ready for the picture, in which Helen and Jennie could be "beaued" about by the cow-punchers. Ruth was engaged with Mr. Hammond, Jim Hooley, and the camera man and their assistants. Everyone was called for work on the ensuing morning and the automobiles and the cavalcade of pony-riders started for the Hubbell Ranch.
I am going over to the port with Director Hooley and most of the members of the company. We have found just the location for the shooting of that scene in your 'Seaside Idyl' where the ladies' aid society holds its 'gossip session' in the grove remember?" "Oh, yes," Ruth replied, not much interested, as she took the first scenario out of the drawer.
She lashed her pinto ahead of the rest of the Indian band, cut across a curve of the trail, and bore down on the runaway wagon. "That confounded girl is spoiling the shot!" yelled Hooley. "Never mind! Never mind!" returned Mr. Hammond. "She is going to do something. There!" And Wonota certainly did do something.
"No picture is spoiled until it goes out of our hands, you know," and Mr. Hooley smiled satirically. "You know how it is in the picture business, Miss Fielding. Some unfortunate producer buys a script or a story. The scenario writer 'saves' the story by his work on the script. Then the continuity man 'saves' it a second time. Then the director 'saves' it after he gets it into his hands.
There was not a soul to the very cook of the timber-camp outfit who was not interested in the matter. The freshet Jim Hooley had planned had to be handled in just the right way and everything connected with it must be done in the nick of time. Wonota in her Indian canoe a carefully selected one and decorated in Indian fashion was embarked on the sullen stream above the timber-boom.
It is plain that this fellow is playing the part of a hermit, just as he plays the parts Mr. Hooley casts him for." "Whew!" whistled Tom. "Almost do you convince me, Ruth Fielding. But to prove it is another thing." "We will prove it. If this man was at the Red Mill on that particular day, we can make sure of the fact." "How will you do it, Ruth?"
She shot a glance behind and saw Wonota in the canoe coming down the rapids amid the snags and drifting débris a wonderful picture! Jim Hooley, almost overcome by the shock and fright, suddenly beheld his two camera men cranking steadily as unruffled as though all this uproar and excitement was only the usual turmoil of the studio! "Bully, boys!" the director shouted. "Keep at it!"
"What shall we do?" she demanded. "Suppose they take Wonota away before the picture is finished?" "They won't. At least, I don't believe the court will allow it. I will telegraph to a good lawyer and have him come up here and watch proceedings." "But, if it should happen, we would be in a bad fix, Mr. Hammond. Mr. Hooley says nobody could double for Wonota."
He is likely to burst most unexpectedly into any of the outdoor scenes, and on any location, and break up the show. This is going to cost money, Miss Ruth." "I know it, Mr. Hammond. But it never crossed my mind that it was on that very island I had my meeting with the man." "When Hooley tries to shoot the picture again we must send somebody up into that island to watch for the old fellow.
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