"Cap her up!" came the command.
But it was not easy to do at first, so great was the flow of oil, and considerable had run to waste when the internal pressure of natural gas, which forced out the oil, was reduced sufficiently to allow of the pipe being capped, and the flow of petroleum regulated.
All this time Russ had continued to get pictures of the novel scene, and Paul, as the Kerosene King, went through the act that had been improvised for him, the others of the company doing their share.
"This will make a novel film," said Mr. Pertell in satisfied tones. "I hope you got it all, Russ."
"Every bit. I think the views showing the oil spouting up will be first rate."
"But what are you using two cameras for?" asked Mr. DeVere.
"Two cameras?" repeated Mr. Pertell, questioningly.
"Yes, there"s a man over there with another machine," and he pointed to a little hill, not far off, where stood a man working away at the handle of a machine similar to the one Russ was using. And this camera was pointed directly at the oil well and at the Comet players.
"What does that mean?" cried Mr. Pertell. "I didn"t order two films made, and besides----"
"That isn"t one of our men!" interrupted Russ, as he sprang away from his camera.
"Who is it?" Mr. Pertell wanted to know.
"It"s one of our rivals. Someone from the International concern!" cried Russ. "They"ve followed us to steal some more of our ideas!"
"You"re right!" shouted Mr. Pertell. "This will have to stop!"
Together he and Russ, followed by Paul, made a dash in the direction of the rival photographer. But the latter saw them coming, and hastily picking up his machine he ran toward a clump of woods not far off. And by the time his pursuers reached there he was not to be found, though they searched about for some time.
CHAPTER X
THE CYCLONE
"All aboard!" called the conductor of the way train that had been held up to allow the shooting of the oil well. "All board!"
"Come," summoned Mr. Pertell to his moving picture players. "We"ll get along now. That stop was a lucky one for us."
The train could now proceed, all danger from the delayed charge in the well being over. Just what had caused it to "hang fire" was never learned. But the shooting of the well was a success, and as the train pulled out, Paul having gotten rid of his borrowed clothes, the workmen were seen hurrying about, taking care of the valuable flow of petroleum.
"What do you make of the action of that International man?" asked Russ, as he took a seat beside the manager.
"I don"t know what to make of those fellows," was the answer. "They must be following us pretty closely; but I don"t see how they knew we were going to film the oil well."
"They didn"t know it," decided Russ. "They"ve had a spy on our trail, following us; that"s how it was done. You know we saw that fellow Wilson looking at the destination marked on the baggage checks. He probably sent word to the concern and they started out a camera man to follow us.
It would have to be someone we hadn"t seen before, so of course Wilson himself would not do, though I understand he can operate a machine fairly well."
"I guess you"ve got the right idea," agreed Mr. Pertell. "This fellow, whoever he was, made inquiries and learned where we were headed for.
Then with his camera he simply kept on the same train with us."
"And when we stopped here to get the oil well pictures," resumed Russ, "he trailed along and set up his machine. He got all the benefit of our players" acting and his company wasn"t out a cent for salaries or transportation. Of course he probably had as good a right to get pictures of the well as we did."
"But not to film my company!" exclaimed Mr. Pertell, with energy. "I won"t stand for that; I"ll have a stop put to it!"
"First I"m afraid we"ll have to catch him," observed Russ. "He certainly made himself scarce when we ran after him."
"Well, he isn"t on this train, that"s sure," went on the manager, "and he"ll have some trouble picking up our trail after this."
"How"s that?" asked Russ.
"Why, I"m going to change our plans. We"ll skip the next stop. I was going to go up around the Great Lakes and make part of a drama there, showing the effect the lakes and their trade had on the growth of our country. Now I"ll wait until we are on our way back from Rocky Ranch."
"That will be a good idea," agreed the young camera operator. "Those International people must be pretty hard put to it to steal your ideas."
"They are," said Mr. Pertell. "They want to do me an injury. I had some trouble with them years ago, and I won out in a lawsuit. Since then they have been injuring me every chance they could get; but it really amounted to little until lately. Now they are evidently getting desperate, and they are using every means to make trouble for me."
"Well, we"ll just have to be on the lookout for them at every turn,"
Russ declared.
Owing to the decision of Mr. Pertell that he would not, at this time, take his company to the Great Lakes, a change in the route had to be made. This necessitated stopping off for one night at a small country town, where the company put up at the only hotel the place afforded.
"What a miserable place!" exclaimed Miss Pennington, tilting up her head when she entered the office with the others.
"And such a horrid smell!" added Miss Dixon, as she stripped off her long gloves with an air of being used to dining every day at the most exclusive hotels. "I believe they are actually cooking--cabbage, Pearl."
"I agree with you, my dear! Isn"t it awful! Can it be--cabbage?"
"Yah! Dot"s right!" exclaimed Mr. Switzer, rubbing his hands. "Dot"s cabbage, all right--sauerkraut, too. Goot!"
"Ugh!" protested Miss Pennington, making a gesture of annoyance.
"I am glat dot ve come here," went on the German. "I haf not hat any sauerkraut--dot is, not any to mention of--since ve left New York."
"Why, I saw you eating some the other day," laughed Paul, as the odor of cooking cabbage became more p.r.o.nounced from the hotel kitchen.
"Oh, yes, I hat a leetle--yust enough to know der taste of it," agreed the German, with a genial smile. "But I ain"t really hat vot you could call a meal of it."
"You"re like a man I heard of," said Russ, joining in the talk. "He was a German farmer, I guess, and when his neighbor asked him if he was putting away any sauerkraut that season the German answered: "No, ve ain"t put none down to speak of dis season. Only yust seven or eight barrels in case of sickness!""
"Goot! Goot! Dot vos a real German!" laughed Mr. Switzer.
There was sauerkraut for supper that night, and the German actor certainly ate enough to ward off any possible illness. And, in spite of the rather homely character of the hotel, the meal was an excellent one, and the moving picture players were more comfortable in the matter of rooms than they had expected. About the only ones to find fault were Miss Pennington, Miss Dixon, and Mr. Sneed. But they would have had some objection to offer in almost any place, so it did not much matter.
Plans were made for taking a train early next morning, to continue on out West, but something occurred to delay matters, though it resulted in the making of an excellent film.
It was just before everyone was ready for breakfast when Ruth, thinking she heard her sister"s knock sharply on the door, opened it.
Instead of confronting Alice, Ruth jumped back in terror as she saw a bear standing upright in the hall opposite her door.