Dewitt gave him a quick look. "Yes, my boys are able to do that," he said distinctly. "They have been well trained in Western dramatic work."
Luck braced himself. "When I mentioned the boys," he said, "I meant my boys that I brought from the Flying U outfit, up in Montana. They go with me."
Dewitt did not answer that statement immediately. He inspected his finger nails thoughtfully before he glanced up. "It"s a pity, but I"m afraid that cannot be managed, Mr. Lindsay. The boys in my Western company have been with me, some of them, since the Independent Sales Company was organized. They worked for next to nothing till I got things started. Two or three are under contracts. You will understand me when I say that my boys must stay where they are." He waited for a minute, and watched Luck"s face grow sober. "I have heard about your Happy Family," he added.
"There has been a good deal of discussion, I imagine, among the studios about them. Ordinarily I should be glad to have you bring those boys with you; but as matters stand, it is impossible. Our Western Company is full, and I could not let these boys go to make room for strangers,--however good those strangers might be. You understand?"
"Certainly I understand." But Luck"s face did not brighten.
"Can"t they stay on with the Acme? From what I hear, the Acme"s Western Company is not large at best."
"They can stay, yes. But they won"t. The whole bunch gave in their two weeks" notice this morning." There was a grim satisfaction in Luck"s tone.
"Left when you did, I suppose?"
"That"s just exactly what they did. I told them they better stay, and they nearly lynched me for it."
"Have you made any agreement with them in regard to placing them with another company--for instance?"
"Certainly not. Some things don"t have to be set down in black and white."
"I--see." Dewitt did see. What he saw worried him, even though it increased his respect for Luck Lindsay. He studied his nails more critically than before.
"These boys--have they any resources at all, other than their work in pictures? Did they burn their bridges when they came with you?"
"Oh, far as that goes, they"ve all got ranches. They wouldn"t starve."
Luck"s voice was inclined to gruffness under quizzing.
"As I see the situation," Dewitt went on evenly and with a logic that made Luck squirm with its very truthfulness, "they left their ranches and came with you to work in pictures in a spirit of adventure, we might say.
There is a glamour; and your personal influence, your enthusiasm, had its effect. Should they go back to their ranches now, they would carry back a fresh outlook and a fund of experiences that would season conversation agreeably for months to come. They will not have lost financially, I take it. They will have had a vacation which has in many ways been a profitable one. Should the question be laid before them, I venture the a.s.sertion that they would urge you to take this position with us.
"They would feel some disappointment of course--just as you would feel sorry not to be able to bring them with you. But no reasonable man would blame you or expect you to bear the handicap of six or seven inexperienced young fellows. You must see that your only hope of placing them would be with some new company just starting up. And this is not the season for young companies. Next spring you might stand a better chance."
"Yes, that"s all true enough," Luck admitted, since Dewitt plainly expected some reply. "At the same time--"
"There is no immediate need of a decision," Dewitt hastily completed Luck"s sentence. "From all weather reports, this storm is going to be a long one. I doubt very much if you could get to work for several days.
I wish you would think it over from all sides before you accept or refuse the proposition, Mr. Lindsay. Lay the matter before your boys; tell them frankly just how things stand. I"ll guarantee they will insist upon your accepting the position. I know, and you know, that it will give you a better opportunity than you have had in some time. And I am going to say candidly that I believe you need only the opportunity to make your work stand out above all the others. That is why I sent for you this morning. I believe you have big possibilities, and I want you with the Great Western."
There was that instant of silence which terminates all conferences. Then Luck rose, and Dewitt tilted back his office chair and swung it away from the desk so that he was still facing Luck. So the two looked at each other measuringly for a moment.
"I certainly appreciate your good opinion of me, Mr. Dewitt," Luck said.
"Whether I take the place or not, I want to thank you for offering it to me. It all looks fine--the chance of my life; but I can"t--"
"No, don"t say any more." Dewitt raised his hand. "You do as I suggest; tell the boys just what has pa.s.sed, if you like. Let them decide for you."
"No, that wouldn"t be fair. They"d decide for my interests and forget about their own. I know that."
"Well, let"s just wait a day or two. You think it over. Think what you could do with Jean Douglas, for instance. I"ll try and get her back; I think perhaps I can. She"s married, but I think they"ll both come if I make it worth their while. Come and see me day after to-morrow, will you?
We"ll say four o"clock again. Good-by."
So Luck went away with temptation whispering in his ear.
CHAPTER NINE
LEAVE IT TO THE BUNCH
Not a word did Luck say to the Happy Family about his big opportunity.
Instead, he avoided them half guiltily, and he filled the next day and the one after that by seeing, or trying to see, the head of every motion picture company in that part of the State. He even sent a night letter to a big company at Santa Barbara. Always he stipulated that he must take his own cowboys with him and have a free hand in the production of Western pictures--since he did not mean to risk having another irate author descend upon him with threats of a lawsuit.
By three o"clock of the day when he was to give Dewitt his decision, Luck was convinced that the two conditions he never failed to mention were as two iron bars across every trail that might otherwise have been open to him. No motion picture company seemed to feel that it needed seven inexperienced men on its payroll. A few general managers suggested letting them work as extras, but the majority could not see the proposition at all. They were more willing to give Luck the free hand which he demanded, had negotiations ever reached that far, which they did not.
The Happy Family, Luck was forced to admit to himself, was a very serious handicap for an out-of-work director to carry at the beginning of the rainy season. He did his best, and he spent two sleepless nights over the doing, but he simply could not land them anywhere. He talked himself hoa.r.s.e for them, he painted them geniuses all; he declared that they would make themselves and their company--supposing they were accepted--famous for Western pictures. He worked harder to place them in the business than he would ever work to find himself a job, and he failed absolutely.
Dewitt"s eyes questioned him the moment he stood inside the office.
Dewitt had heard something of Luck"s efforts since their last meeting; and although he admired Luck the more for his loyalty, he felt quite certain that now he was convinced of his defeat, Luck would hesitate no longer over stepping into the official shoes of Robert Grant Burns, who was lying on his broad back, and shouting pitifully futile commands to his company and asking an imaginary camera-man questions which were as Greek to the soft-footed nurse. Dewitt, having just come from a visit to Burns, had a vivid mental picture of that ward in the Sister"s hospital.
But alongside that picture was another, quite as vivid, of Luck Lindsay standing beside Pete Lowry"s camera with a script in his hand, explaining to Jean Douglas the business of some particular scene.
"Well?" queried Dewitt, and motioned Luck to a chair.
"Well," Luck echoed, and stopped for a breath. "No use wasting time, Mr.
Dewitt. I can"t take any position that doesn"t include the Flying U boys.
I"m certainly sorry that prevents my accepting your offer. I appreciate all it would mean for me and for my Big Picture to be with you. But--some things mean more--"
"You"re under no obligations to tie your own hands just because theirs are not free," Dewitt reminded him sharply.
"I know I"m not."
"Can you figure where it will be to their advantage for you to refuse a good position just because they happen to be out of work?"
"I"m not trying to figure anything like that. Some things don"t have to be figured. Some things just are! Do you see what I mean? Those boys didn"t wait to do any figuring. When I quit the Acme, they quit--just as a matter of course. If I were as loyal to them as they have been to me, Mr. Dewitt, I wouldn"t have taken two days to give you my answer. I"d have told you day before yesterday what I"m telling you now."
Dewitt did not reply at once. When he did speak he seemed to be answering an argument within himself.
"I can"t let my own boys go to make room for yours. That is absolutely out of the question. There is a little matter of loyalty there, also."
"I know there is. I don"t know that I should want you to let them go.
We"re both in the same position almost. And we"re at a deadlock, Mr.
Dewitt. I"m certainly sorry that I can"t sign up with you."
"So am I, young man. So am I. Come back if things shape themselves so you can see your way clear to directing my Western company. I"ve an idea your boys will be going back to their ranches before the holidays. In case they do, let me hear from you."
That was more than Luck had any right to expect, and he had the sense to realize it. He thanked Dewitt and promised, and went away with something of a load off his mind. He could go now and face the Happy Family without feeling himself another Judas.
He found them sitting around waiting for their supper and trying to invent new words to fit their disgust with the Acme Film Company. They greeted Luck as though they had not seen him for a month.
"Bully for you, Luck!" Andy shouted, and gave him an approving slap on the shoulder that sent him skating dangerously toward the table. "Best job in town just came a-running up to you and says, "Please take me!"--so they say. That right?"