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The Moving Picture Girls Snowbound, a novel by Laura Lee Hope |
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Chapter 15. A Timely Shot |
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_ CHAPTER XV. A TIMELY SHOT Surprise, for the moment, made every member of the moving picture company silent. That an Indian should speak so correctly was a matter of amazement. Mr. Pertell smiled quizzically as he remarked. "Billy Jack is one of the last of his tribe. He is a full-blooded Indian, but he has been to Carlisle, which may account for some things." "I should say it would," murmured Paul Ardite. "I'm glad I didn't give a war whoop!" "I learned to use snowshoes when I was a boy," went on the Indian, who, though roughly dressed was cultured. "I have kept it up ever since," he went on. "I have charge of a gang of men getting out some lumber, not far from here, and when Mr. Macksey told me there was a company of moving picture actors and actresses at Elk Lodge I spoke of the snowshoes." "And when Mr. Macksey told me of it," put in the manager, "I saw at once that we could use a scene with some of you folks on the shoes. So I arranged with Billy Jack." "Is that your real name?" asked Alice, who had taken a sudden liking to the rugged son of the forest. "That's one of my real names, strange as it sounds," he answered. "I don't much fancy it; but what am I to do?" "I like it!" the girl announced, promptly. "It's better than being Running Bear or something like that." "I had one of those names--in fact, I have it yet," he said, "but I never use it. Flaming Arrow is my real Indian name." "Flaming Arrow! How romantic!" exclaimed Miss Dixon. "How did you come to get that?" "Oh, when I was a boy an Indian from a neighboring tribe shot an arrow, with some burning tow on it, over into our camp, just in a spirit of mischief, for we were friendly. I snatched the arrow out of a pile of dry bark that it might have set on fire, and so I got my name. I am a Western Indian," Billy Jack explained, "but of late I have made my home in New England. Now, if you like, I will show you how to use snowshoes." A number of the queer "tennis racquets," as Alice called them, had been obtained through the good offices of Billy Jack, he having arranged for them in the lumber camp. Snowshoes, as you all know, consist of a thin strip of wood, bent around in a curve, and shaped not unlike a lawn tennis racquet, except that the handle or heel part is shorter. The shoes are laced with thongs, and the feet are placed in the centre of the criss-crossed thongs, and held there by other thongs or straps. The idea of snowshoes is to enable travelers to make their way over deep drifts without sinking, the shoes distributing the weight over a larger area. They are not easy to use, and the novice is very apt to trip by putting one shoe down on top of the other, and then trying to step out. Billy Jack, or Flaming Arrow, as Ruth and Alice voted to call him, first showed the members of the company how to fasten the snowshoes on their feet, allowing for the play of the heel. He put a pair on himself, first, and stepped out over a stretch of unbroken snow. Instead of sinking down, as he would have done under ordinary circumstances, he slipped over the surface as lightly as a feather. "Now, you try," he told Mr. Sneed, who was near him. "Who, me? Oh, I can't walk on these things," protested the grouchy actor. "Try!" ordered Mr. Pertell. "I have a very important part for you in the new play." "All right, if you say so, I suppose I must. But I know something will happen," he sighed. It did, and within a few seconds after Mr. Sneed started out. He took three steps, and then, forgetting that the snowshoes were rather large, he tried to walk as though he did not have them on. The result was he tripped, and came down head first in a deep drift, and there he remained, buried to his shoulders while his feet were up in the air, wildly kicking about. He was probably saying things, but they could not be heard, for his head was under the snow. "Somebody help him out!" cried Mr. Pertell, trying to keep from laughing too hard. In fact everyone was so amused that, for the moment, no one rendered any aid to Mr. Sneed. But Flaming Arrow finally went over to him, and succeeded in righting him. "Take--take 'em off!" spluttered the actor, when he could speak. "I am through with snowshoes." He tried to unlace the thongs that bound his feet, but could not manage it. "Better try once more," advised Mr. Pertell. "I really need you in the scene, Mr. Sneed, and you will soon learn to get along on the snowshoes." "I never will!" cried the grouch. "Take 'em off, I say!" But no one would, and finally, after Flaming Arrow had given a few more demonstrations, Mr. Sneed consented to try again. This time he did a little better, but every once in a while he would trip. He did not again dive into a snow bank, however. Other members of the company had haps and mishaps, and Mr. Bunn stumbled about so that he lost his new tall hat in a drift, and he refused to go on with the act until the silk tile was dug out. But finally after two day's practice, the Indian declared that the company was sufficiently expert to allow the taking of pictures, and Russ began to work the camera. "Could we come over to your lumber camp some day?" asked Alice of Flaming Arrow, when the little drama was over. "I would be pleased to have you," he replied, with a smile. "There are a rough lot of men there, but they are always glad to see visitors--especially ladies. It is rather dull and lonesome in the backwoods. This has been quite a little vacation for me." "Then we'll come and see you; won't we Ruth?" "I don't know, dear. We'll have to ask daddy," responded Ruth, rather doubtfully. "Oh, he'll say yes!" Alice cried. "He likes us to see new sights, and I've never been in a lumber camp yet." "Bring your father along," invited Flaming Arrow. "I think he would be interested." Alice promised and then the Indian took his leave. He promised to come another day and bring a pair of skis, those long barrel-stave-like affairs, on which experts can slide down a steep hill, and make the most astonishing jumps. It was a few days after the snowshoe film had been made that Mr. Pertell decided on getting some scenes farther back in the woods than he had yet gone for views. Ruth and Alice, with Paul and Mr. Switzer, were alone needed for those particular acts, and as there was a good road part way it was decided to go as near as possible in a sled, and use snowshoes for the rest of the trip, since there had been quite a fall. Mr. Pertell went along to see that the proper posing and acting was carried out, and when he reached the place he had Ruth and Alice go on alone into the woods, Russ filming them as they advanced. Later Paul and Mr. Switzer were to come into the picture. "That's about right," said the manager when Ruth and Alice were in a dense thicket. They were attired as the daughters of lumbermen, and this particular scene was one in a drama to be called "The Fall of a Tree." "Begin now," ordered Mr. Pertell, and Ruth and Alice started the "business," or acting, called for. Russ was grinding away at the crank of the camera. Everything went off well and that part of the play came to an end. For the next act another background was to be selected, and Russ went to it with his camera, leaving Ruth and Alice standing together in the thicket. "We have to wait a few minutes, while Paul and Mr. Switzer go through their parts," said Ruth. "Then we'll go over." "All right," Alice said. "Oh, but isn't it perfectly heavenly out here? I just love it at Elk Lodge!" "So do I, dear! Hark! What was that?" A sound came from the bushes behind them--a growling, menacing sound, and as they heard it the girls drew together in fright. "It--it's some animal!" gasped Ruth. "Oh, Alice!" "Look. There it is! It's going to spring at us!" cried the younger girl and with trembling finger she pointed to a crouching beast not far away. Its eyes gleamed balefully, and with sharp switchings of its tail it glared at the girls, ready to spring. The moving picture girls were faint with fear, and too frightened to shout for help. But suddenly a voice behind them called: "Don't be afraid! Stand still. I'm going to shoot!" The next moment a shot rang out. The beast quivered and then whirled in its death struggle, while strong arms reached through the floating powder smoke, and pulled Ruth and Alice back, and out of danger. _ |
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