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The Moving Picture Girls at Rocky Ranch: Great Days Among the Cowboys, a novel by Laura Lee Hope |
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Chapter 19. Too Much Realism |
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_ CHAPTER XIX. TOO MUCH REALISM The shouting of the cowboys, the rushing of their intelligent ponies here--there--everywhere, seemingly--the fusillade of pistol shots, the thunder and bellowings of the steers and the thud of the ponies hoofs--all combined to make the scene a lively one. The imitation stampede seemed to be a great success, and no one, not in the secret, could have told that it was not a real one. "Over this way, Paul!" cried Baldy, who was taking part with the young actor. "I'm supposed to rescue you, and I can't do it if you keep so far away." "But isn't it dangerous to ride so close to the steers?" asked Paul, who, while willing to do almost anything in the line of moving picture work, did not want to take needless chances. "There's no danger as long as you're mounted," replied the cowboy, "and you've got a good horse under you. Come on!" Accordingly Paul rode closer in, and the camera showed him in imminent danger of being trampled under the feet of the rushing steers. But Baldy, who had done the same thing so often that he did not need to rehearse it, rode swiftly in and managed to "cut out" Paul, so that the actor was in no real danger. The cattle nearest to him were forced to one side. Then, as called for in the action of the little drama, Mr. Switzer, who was a good horseman, having been in the German cavalry, rushed up to attack Paul. Of course it was but a pretended attack; but it looked real enough in the pictures. Ruth and Alice, with the other spectators on the little mound, looked on with intense interest. "Oh, I just wish I was on my pony!" cried Alice, as she looked at the scene of action. "Alice, you do not!" protested Ruth. "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 mass 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 horsemen 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!" _ |
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