When Ruth stumbled to the front of the swaying wagon and seized his shoulder he cast rather an embarra.s.sed glance back at her.
"Stop them! Stop!" the girl commanded.
"I"d like mighty well to do it, Miss Fielding," said William, wagging his head, "but these dratted mules have got their heads and--they--ain"t---no notion o" stoppin" this side of the ranch corrals."
Ruth understood him. She stared straight ahead with a gaze that became almost stony. This leading wagon was heading for the break of a ravine into which the trail plunged at a sharp angle. If the mules were swerved at the curve the heavy wagon would surely overturn.
In twenty seconds the catastrophe would happen!
CHAPTER XV
PURSUING DANGER
When a mule is once going, it is just as stubborn about stopping as it is about being started if it feels balky. The leading span attached to the covered wagon in which Ruth and her two chums, Helen Cameron and Jennie Stone, rode had now communicated their own fright to the four other animals. All six were utterly unmanageable.
"Do tell him to stop, Ruth!" shrieked Jennie Stone from the rear of the wagon.
The next moment she shot into the air as the wheels on one side bounced over an outcropping boulder. She came down clawing at Helen to save herself from flying out of the end of the wagon.
"Oh! This is too much!" shouted Helen, quite as frightened as her companion. "I mean to get out! Don"t a-a-ask me to--to act in moving pictures again. I never will!"
"Talk about rough stuff!" groaned Jennie. "This is the limit."
Neither of them realized the danger that threatened. Of the three girls only Ruth knew what was just ahead. The maddened mules were dragging the emigrant wagon for a pitch into the ravine that boded nothing less than disaster for all.
In the band of Indians riding for the string of covered wagons Wonota had been numbered. She could ride a barebacked pony as well as any buck in the party. She had removed her skirt and rode in the guise of a young brave. The pinto pony she bestrode was speedy, and the Osage maid managed him perfectly.
Long before the train of wagons and the pursuing band of Indians got into the focus of the cameras, Wonota, as well as her companions, saw that the six mules drawing the head wagon were out of control. The dash of the frightened animals added considerable to the realism of the picture, as they swept past Jim Hooley and his camera men; but the director was quite aware that disaster threatened William"s outfit.
"Crank it up! Crank it!" he commanded the camera men. "It looks as if we were going to get something bigger than we expected."
Mr. Hammond stood behind him. He saw the three white girls in the rear of the wagon. It was he who shouted:
"That runaway must be stopped! It"s Miss Fielding and her friends in that wagon. Stop them!"
"Great Scott, Boss! how you going to stop those mules?" Jim Hooley demanded.
But Wonota did not ask anybody as to the method of stopping the runaway.
She was perfectly fearless--of either horses or mules. 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. Aiming her pinto across the noses of the lead-mules, she swerved them off the trail before they reached that sharp turn at the break of the rough hill. The broken rein made it impossible for the driver to swerve the leaders that way; but Wonota turned the trick.
William stood up, despite the bounding wagon, his foot on the brake, yanking with all his might at the jaws of the other four mules. All six swung in a wide circle. But William admitted that it was the Indian girl who started the crazed mules into this path.
The wheels dipped and bounced, threatening each moment to capsize the wagon. But the catastrophe did not occur. The other Indians rode down 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 n.o.body 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 been out on our heads."
"I"m black and blue--or will be--from collar to shoes. _What_ a jouncing we did get! Girls, do you suppose that fellow with the s.h.a.ggy ears did it on purpose?"
"Whom do you mean--William or one of the mules?" asked Helen.
"I am sure William was helpless," said Ruth. "He was just as much scared as we were. But Wonota was just splendid!"
"I am willing to pa.s.s her a vote of thanks," groaned Jennie. "But we can"t expect her to be always on hand to save us from disaster. You don"t catch me in any such jam again."
"Oh, nothing like this is likely to happen to us again," Ruth said.
"We"re just as safe taking this picture as we would be at home--at the Red Mill, for instance."
"I don"t know about that," grumbled Helen. "I feel that more trouble is hanging over us. I feel it in my bones."
"You"d better get a new set of bones," said Ruth cheerfully. "Yours seem to be worse, even, than poor Aunt Alvira"s."
"Nell believes that life is just one thing after another," chuckled Jennie Stone. "Having struck a streak of bad luck, it _must_ keep up."
"You wait and see," proclaimed Helen Cameron, decisively nodding her head.
"That"s the easiest thing in the world to do--_wait_," gibed Ruth.
"No, it isn"t, either. It"s the hardest thing to do," declared Jennie, and Ruth thought she could detect a shade of sadness in the light tone the plump girl adopted. "And especially when--as Nell predicts--we are waiting for some awful disaster. Huh--" and the girl shuddered as realistically as perfect health and unshaken nerves and good nature would permit--"are we to pa.s.s our lives under the shadow of impending peril?"
It did seem, however, as though Helen had come under the mantle of some seeress of old. Jennie flatly declared that "Nell must be a descendant of the Witch of Endor."
The company managed to make several scenes that day without further disaster. Although in taking a close-up of the charging Indian chief one of the camera men was knocked down by the rearing pony the chief rode, and a perfectly good two hundred dollar camera was smashed beyond hope of repair.
"It"s begun," said Helen, ruefully. "You see!"