"I don"t know, I"m sure," replied Alice.
"Ah, well, I"ll wait and find out. I"ll sit down here by you and wait,"
went on the young man, drawing a chair so close to that of Alice that it touched. "Fine day, isn"t it? I say! you did that bit of acting very cleverly to-day."
"Did I?" and Alice went on reading.
"Yes. I had a little bit myself. I carried a message from the field headquarters to the rear--after more ammunition, you know. Did you notice me riding?"
"I did not."
"Well, I saw you, all right. If Miss Brown isn"t home, do you want to go over to the village with me?"
"I do not!" and Alice was very emphatic.
"Then for a row on the lake?"
"No!"
"You look as though you would enjoy canoeing," went on the persistent Whitlow. "You have a very strong little hand--very pretty!" and he boldly reached up and removed Alice"s fingers from the edge of the magazine. "A very pretty little hand--yes!" and he sighed foolishly.
"How dare you!" cried Alice, indignantly. "If you don"t----"
"See how you like that pretty bit of gra.s.s down there!" exclaimed a sharp voice behind Alice, and the next moment Mr. Maurice Whitlow, eye-gla.s.ses, lavender tie, socks and all, went sailing over the porch railing, to land in a sprawling heap on the sod below.
CHAPTER VII
ESTELLE"S LEAP
"Oh!" murmured Alice, shrinking down in her chair. "Oh--my!"
She gave a hasty glance over her shoulder, to behold Paul Ardite standing back of her chair, an angry look on his face. Then Alice looked at the sprawling form of the extra player. He was getting up with a dazed expression on his countenance.
"What--what does this mean?" he gasped, striving to make his tones indignant. But it is hard for dignity to a.s.sert itself when one is on one"s hands and knees in the gra.s.s, conscious that there is a big gra.s.s stain on one"s white cuff, and with one"s clothing generally disarranged. "What does this mean? I demand an explanation," came from Mr. Maurice Whitlow.
"You know well enough what it means!" snapped Paul. "If you don"t, why, come back here and try it over again and I"ll give you another demonstration!"
"Oh, don"t, Paul--please!" pleaded Alice in a low voice.
"There"s no danger. He won"t come," was the confident reply.
By this time Whitlow had picked himself up and was brushing his garments. He settled his collar, straightened his lavender tie and wet his lips as though about to speak.
"You--you--I----" he began. "I don"t see what right you had to----"
"That"ll do now!" interrupted Paul, sternly. "It"s of no use to go into explanations. You know as well as I do what you were doing and why I pitched you over the railing. I"ll do it again if you want me to, but twice as hard. And if I catch you here again, annoying any of the ladies of this company, I"ll report you to the director. Now skip--and stay skipped!" concluded Paul significantly. "Perhaps you can"t read that notice?" and he pointed to one recently posted on the main gateway leading to the big farmhouse. It was to the effect that none of the extra players were allowed admission to the grounds without a permit from the director.
"Huh! I"m as good an actor as you, any day!" sneered Whitlow, as he limped down the walk.
"Maybe. But you can"t get over with it--here!" said Paul significantly.
The notice had been posted because so many of the cowboys and girls had fairly overrun the precincts of Mr. Apgar"s home. He and his family had no privacy at all, and while they did not mind the regular members of Mr. Pertell"s company, with whom they were acquainted, they did not want the hundreds of extra men, soldiers, cowboys and horsewomen running all over the place.
So the rule had been adopted, and it was observed good-naturedly by those to whom it applied. Whitlow must have considered himself above it.
"Did he annoy you much, Alice?" asked Paul.
"Not so very. He was just what you might call--fresh. He asked for Miss Brown, and when she wasn"t here to snub him he turned the task over to me. Ugh!" and Alice began to scrub vigorously with her handkerchief the fingers which Whitlow had grasped. "I"m sorry you had that trouble with him, Paul," she went on. "But really----"
"It was no trouble--it was a pleasure!" laughed Paul. "I"d like to do it over again if it were not for annoying you. I happened to come up behind and heard what he was saying. So I just pitched into him. I don"t believe he"ll come back. He"ll be too much afraid of losing the work.
Mr. Pertell has had a great many applications from players out of work who want to be taken on as extras, and he can have his pick. So those that don"t obey the regulations will get short notice. You won"t be troubled with him again."
And Alice was not, nor was Miss Brown. That is, as regards the extra player"s trespa.s.sing on the grounds about the farmhouse. But he was of the kind that is persistent, and on several occasions, when the duties of the girls brought them near to where Whitlow was acting, he smiled and smirked at them.
Alice wished to tell Paul about it and have him administer another and more severe chastis.e.m.e.nt to Whitlow, but Ruth and Estelle persuaded the impulsive one to forego doing so.
"I can look after myself, thank you, Alice dear," Estelle said. "Now that I don"t have to board in the bungalow with him it is easier."
"Don"t make a scene," advised Ruth.
"Oh, but I just can"t bear to have him look at me," Alice said.
Several of the scenes in the princ.i.p.al drama had been made, but most of the largest ones, those of the battles, of Alice"s spy work, and of Ruth"s nursing, were yet to come.
The making of a big moving picture is the work not of days, but of weeks, and often of months. If every scene took place in a studio, where artificial lights could be used, the filming could go on every day the actors were on hand, or whenever the director felt like working them and the camera men. Often in a studio, even, the director will be notional--"temperamental," he might call it--and let a day go by, and again the glare of the powerful lights may so affect the eyes of the players that they have to rest, and so time is lost in that way.
But the time lost in a studio is as nothing compared to the time lost in filming the big outdoor scenes. There the sun is a big factor, for a brilliant light is needed to take pictures of galloping horses, swiftly moving automobiles and locomotives, and every cloudy day means a loss of time. For this reason many of the big film companies maintain studios in California, where there are many days of sunshine. They can take "outdoor stuff" almost any time after the sun is up.
But at Oak Farm there were times when everything would be in readiness for a big scene, the camera men waiting, the players ready to dash into their parts, and then clouds would form, or it would rain, and there would be a postponement. But it was part of the game, and as the salaries of the players went on whether they worked or not, they did not complain.
One morning Alice, on going into Estelle"s room, found her busy "padding" herself before she put on her outer garments.
"What in the world are you doing?" Alice asked.
"Getting ready for my big jump," was the answer.
"Your big jump?"
"Yes, you know there is a scene where I carry a message from headquarters to one of the Union generals at the front. Your father plays the latter part."
"Oh, yes, now I remember. And Daddy is sure no one can do quite as well as he can in the tent scene, where he salutes you and takes the message you have brought through with such peril."
"Yes, that"s nice. Well, I"m to ride along and be pursued by some Confederate guerrillas. It"s a race, and I decide to take a short cut, not knowing the Confederates have burned the bridge. I have to leap my horse down an embankment and ford the stream. I"m getting ready for the jump now--that"s why I"m padding myself. For Petro--that"s my horse--might slip or stumble in jumping down that embankment, and I want to be ready to roll out of the way. It"s much more comfortable to roll in a padded suit--like a football player"s--than in your ordinary clothes. Your friend, Russ Dalwood, told me to do this, and I think it is a good idea."
"It"s sure to be if Russ told you, isn"t it, Ruth?" asked Alice, with a mischievous look at her sister, who had just come in.