upon the head of the string of wagons madly, with excited whoops. For
once the whole crowd forgot that they were making a picture.

And that very forgetfulness on the part of the actors made the picture a
great success The finish was not quite as Ruth had written the story, or
as Hooley had planned to take it. But it was better!

"It's a peach! It's a peach! The shot was perfect!" the director cried,
smiting Mr. Hammond on the back in his excitement. "What do you know
about that, Boss? Can't we let her stand as the camera has it?"

"I believe it is a good shot," agreed Mr. Hammond. "We'll try it out
to-night in the car." One end of the special car was arranged as a
projection room. "If the Indians did not hide the wagon too much, that
dash of the girl was certainly spectacular."

"It was a peach," again declared the director. "And nobody will ever see
that she is a girl instead of a man. We got one good shot, here, Mr.
Hammond, whether anything else comes out right or not."

The girls who had taken the parts of emigrant women in the runaway wagon
were not quite so enthusiastic over the success of the event, not even
when the director sent his congratulations to them. All three were
determined that if a "repeat" was demanded, they would refuse to play
the parts again.

"I don't want to ride in anything like that wagon again," declared Ruth.
"It was awful."

"Enough is enough," agreed Helen. "Another moment, and we would have