"Yes, I do! Oh, it must be great to drive those cattle around that way!"
"You have a queer idea of fun," remarked Miss Pennington in a supercilious tone, as she looked in the small mirror of her vanity box to see what effect the sun and dust were having on her brilliant complexion. For it was dusty, with the thousands of hoofs tearing up the earth.
The main part of the action over, the cattle were now being "milled" by the cowboys. That is, the onward rush was being checked, and the steers were being made to go around in a circle.
Thus are stampedes, when real, gradually brought to an end.
"Well, it"s all over," said Mr. Norton, as he stood beside the manager.
"Is that about what you wanted?"
"Indeed it is. This film will sure make a hit. Those rivals of ours, who started out to take advantage of my plans and work, will be sadly left."
"You haven"t seen any more of them?"
"Not since that fellow disappeared from here. He took himself and his camera off. I guess he weakened at the last moment."
"I had no idea he was a moving picture operator," said the ranch owner, "or I would never have hired him."
"Well, I guess no harm was done," Mr. Pertell rejoined.
The rush of the steers was gradually coming to a close when Mr. Norton, looking over to the far edge of the bunch of cattle, uttered a sudden cry of alarm.
"What"s the matter?" asked Mr. Pertell, anxiously.
"Why, they seem to have started up all over again," was the reply. "You didn"t tell them to put in a second scene of the stampede; did you?"
"No, indeed. We don"t need it. Besides, Russ can"t have any film left for this reel. He used up the thousand-foot, I"m sure, and he hasn"t an extra one with him. What does it mean?"
"That"s what I"d like to know. Those steers are certainly on the rush again, though. Hi, Baldy!" he called to the cowboy. "What are you starting "em up again for?"
"Startin" who up?"
"The steers! Look at "em!"
"Say, they _are_ on the run again," agreed the bald-headed cowboy, who had ridden up to where Mr. Pertell and Mr. Norton stood. "Something must be wrong," and he set off on the gallop once more.
Meanwhile the steers, which had almost come to a rest, were again in motion. But they were not safely going about in a circle. Instead, they had started off in a long line and now were swinging around in a big circle and heading directly for the mound on which the young ladies were still standing.
Ruth and Alice had started down as they saw the cattle growing quiet, but now several of the cowboys shouted to them:
"Go back! Go back! This is a stampede in earnest."
"A stampede in earnest!" repeated Mr. Norton. "I wonder what started that?"
With a sudden rush the whole bunch of cattle were in motion, and headed in a solid ma.s.s for the mound.
"If they rush over that----" said Mr. Pertell in fear.
"This is too much realism!" cried Mr. Norton, putting spurs to his steed and racing off to help the cowboys. The latter had seen the danger of the girls, and were hastening to once more stop the stampede that had unexpectedly become a real one.
"Look at those fellows over there!" shouted Pete Batso as he rode up, his horse in a lather. "They"re none of our crowd!" and he pointed to a group of hors.e.m.e.n who were riding away from the stampeded cattle instead of toward them.
"Who are they?" asked Mr. Pertell.
"I don"t know, but they"re a lot of cowards to run away, when we"ll need all the help we can get to stem this rush!"
CHAPTER XX
IN THE OPEN
Thundering over the ground, the frightened cattle rushed on. After them came the cowboys, determined, at whatever cost, to turn the steers away from the little hill on which stood the four girls, clinging together, and in fear of their lives. For certainly it would be the end of life to fall beneath the hoofs of those on-rushing beasts.
"I can"t understand what happened!" exclaimed Mr. Norton, as he rode on.
"Those steers had all quieted down, when all of a sudden they started up again. Something must have happened."
He glanced over toward the mound. The cattle were still headed toward it. Would the cowboys be able to turn them aside in time?
"Head "em off!"
"Shoot at "em!"
"Head "em away from that mound!"
Thus cried the cowboys as they raced to the rescue. They were at rather a disadvantage, for their horses were winded and exhausted from the previous rushes to stop the pretended stampede, and now, when all their energies were needed to end a real one, the animals were not equal to the demand.
"Do you think they can stop "em?" asked Russ of a pa.s.sing cowboy. The young operator was still at his camera, but he was not going to take any pictures if Ruth, Alice and the others were really in danger.
"Of course we"ll stop "em!" cried the cowboy, with supreme confidence in his ability and that of his companions.
"Then I might as well get a film of this," decided Russ. "It would be a pity to let a real stampede get away from me. I can cut out some of the other pictures."
He ran to where he had left a spare camera and soon was grinding away at the handle, making views of a real and dangerous stampede.
"Oh, what shall we do?" gasped Alice, as she clung to her sister on the mound of safety.
"We can"t do anything," answered Alice, solemnly--"except to wait. They may divide and pa.s.s to either side of us. I"ve read of such things happening."
"Oh, if they come any nearer I"ll faint--I know I shall!" murmured Miss Dixon.
"That"s the surest way to be trampled on," remarked Alice, calmly.
"Just faint, and fall down and----"
She paused significantly.
"I sha"n"t do anything of the kind!" cried the other actress with more spirit. "I won"t do it just because you want me to! There!"