There was a little confusion for a moment.
"It"s only one of the girls who has run a needle into her finger," the forewoman explained. "It often happens. We take care of them right here."
"All right--get that in, Russ," suggested Mr. Pertell. "It will make it seem much more natural."
The girl"s injury was a slight one, and Russ got on the film the action of her being attended in the room set aside for the treatment of injured employes.
"I"ll have something written in the script to fit to that," said Mr.
Pertell, as the action of the play resumed.
The plot of the little drama called upon Miss Pennington to write a note to Alice, pretending that it came from a young man, whose name the former vaudeville performer was supposed to forge. Alice was to "register" certain emotions, and to show the note to Ruth. Then Miss Dixon came into the scene, the sewing machines were deserted and, for a moment, there was an excited conference.
Considerable dramatic action was called for, and this was well done by the girls, while the real operatives looked on in simulated surprise as they kept at their work.
The play was almost over, when from a far corner of the room came a startled cry.
"Someone else hurt with a needle, I wonder?" queried Paul, as he stood near Alice"s machine.
"I hope not," she answered.
And then the whole room was thrown into panic as the cry broke out:
"Fire! Fire! The building is on fire!"
Shrill screams drowned out the rest of the alarm, but as Ruth, Alice and the others of the moving picture company looked around they saw a cloud of smoke at the rear of the big room.
CHAPTER V
A MIX-UP
"Stand still! Don"t rush! Form in line!"
Sharp and crisp came the words of the forewoman. The screaming of the girls ceased almost instantly.
Clang! sounded a big gong through the room. Clang! Clang!
"Fire drill!" called the efficient forewoman, and afterward Ruth and Alice felt what a blessing it was she kept her wits about her. "Fire drill! Form in line and march to the fire escapes!"
"Oh! Oh, I know I"m going to faint!" cried Miss Pennington. "This is a regular fire trap! All shirt waist factories are. I am going to faint!"
"Miss Dixon, just--slap her!" called Alice.
"Oh, Alice!" remonstrated Ruth, looking about with frightened eyes.
"It"s the only way to bring her to her senses!" retorted the younger girl. And to the eternal credit of Miss Dixon be it said that she did slap her friend Miss Pennington, and she slapped her with sufficient energy to prevent the fainting fit, even as a sip of aromatic spirits of ammonia might have done.
"Fire drill! Form lines! March!" again called the forewoman, with the coolness a veteran fireman might have envied.
"Can"t we get our wraps?" asked one of the workers.
"No! You can come back for them," was the answer.
"But it--it"s a real fire!" someone cried. "Our things will be burned up!"
"It isn"t a fire at all--it"s only a drill!" insisted the forewoman.
"And, even if it were real, and your things were burned, the company would replace them for you.
"To the fire escapes! March!"
In spite of the forewoman"s a.s.sertion that it was only a fire drill the pall of smoke in the corner of the room spread apace, and there was the smell of fire, as well as the crackle of flames.
"This way, girls," called Mr. Pertell to his four actresses. "Here"s a fire escape over here."
"Excuse me," said the forewoman, firmly. "But please have your company follow my girls. They know just which way to go, and if your actresses make any change it may result in confusion, and----"
"I understand," responded Mr. Pertell, at once. "Girls, consider yourselves shirt waist operatives, and do as the others do," he concluded. He stood aside, as a sailor might on a sinking ship, when the order "women and children first" is given. Paul took his place at the manager"s side, waving his hand rea.s.suringly to Ruth and Alice.
"Oh--Oh, must we go with them? Can"t we go to that fire escape?"
faltered Miss Pennington, who seemed to have entirely recovered from her desire to faint.
"That is for the operatives on the upper floor," explained the forewoman. "If you will follow my girls you will be all right. There are plenty of fire escapes for all."
"Come on!" called Alice, as she marched behind the nearest shirt waist girls. "There is no danger--and plenty of time."
"That"s the way to talk!" declared the forewoman, admiringly.
But, even as she spoke, there was a burst of flame through the cloud of smoke. Several girls screamed and those nearest the fire hung back.
"Steady! Go on! There is no danger!" the forewoman called.
"Are you getting this, Russ?" asked Mr. Pertell of the young camera expert.
"Every move!" was the enthusiastic answer. "It"s too good a chance to miss, and I guess there is really no danger."
He continued to grind away at the camera while the girls, now in orderly array, marched to the fire escapes and so down and out of the building.
Ruth, Alice and the two other actresses went with them. And not until the last girl had left the room did the forewoman make a move toward the escape.
"You gentlemen will please leave now," she said.
"After you," returned Mr. Pertell, with a look of admiration in his eyes.
"No," she said, firmly. "The rules of the fire drill require that I leave the room last. You will please go first."
"But, my dear young lady!" exclaimed the manager, "this is not a drill--it is a real fire!"