camera; for, after the outdoor scenes in connection with the current
play were made, Russ Dalwood, the operator, packed up his belongings
ready for the Florida trip.

The others were doing the same thing, and Mr. Pertell was kept busy
arranging for transportation, and hotel accommodations, and for the
taking care of such films as he would send back from the interior of
Florida, since none would be developed there. This work would have to be
done, and positives printed for the projecting machines, in New York.
This custom was generally followed when the company went out of town.

"Well, are we all here?" asked Mr. Pertell one morning as he reached the
steamer, which lay at her dock in New York, ready for the trip to the
land of the palms.

"I think so," answered Russ, who had with him a small moving picture
camera. He had an idea he might see something that would make a good
film.

"No one missing?" went on the manager. "That's good. Oh, by the way, did
Mr. Towne arrive? He 'phoned to me that he might be a little late."

"Yes, he's here," answered Russ. "The last I saw of him he was looking in
a mirror, arranging his necktie."

"Humph! He's too fond of dress," commented the manager, "but he does well
in certain society parts, and that's why I keep him."

The confusion of the passengers and late freight coming aboard gradually
grew less. Whistles sounded their bass notes, and gongs clanged.