"Be ready with your rescue leap," ordered Mr. Pertell to the older actor.
"Make it as natural as you can."
The boats had now lost headway, and were coming to a point where Russ
could get pictures of the "overboard act."
"I say!" cried Mr. Sneed, as he paused in his preparations to fall, "I
have just thought of something!"
"What is it?" asked Mr. Pertell, sharply. "Quick, we are losing time, and
getting out of position."
"There are no alligators in this bay; are there?" and Mr. Sneed looked
anxiously at the captain of the motor boat.
"Not one," was the laughing answer. "You're safe."
"Then here I go!" cried the grouch, as he toppled overboard, having first
"registered" a faint, as directed in the plot of the play.
"Now get him, Mr. Bunn!" cried the manager, and there was another splash,
while aboard the boats the proper bits of acting were gone through with,
that the camera might catch them.
Once they were in the water Mr. Bunn and Mr. Sneed acted their parts
well, and the result was a good film. Then, once more aboard the boats, a
start was made for the fort, where the final act was to take place.
"I say, me deah fellah!" complained Mr. Towne, as he moved away from Mr.
Bunn, who sat near him; "keep a bit off, that's a good chap! I don't want
to wet this suit, you know.
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