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ter lead and is in general stock. Rosemary—" he stopped and smiled at her understandingly—"Rosemary draws fifteen a week—oh, don't get scared! I won't give you any foreground stuff! just atmosphere when I need it, and general comforter and mascot of the company!"
Luck may have stretched a point there, but if he did it was merely a technical one. Rosemary Green was hopelessly camera-shy, but he could use her in background atmosphere, and when it came to looking after the physical and mental welfare of the bunch she was worth her weight in any precious metal you may choose to name.
"You better put me down as camp cook and dishwasher, Luck Lindsay," Rosemary protested, blushing.
"No—thank the Lord you won't have to cook for this hungry bunch any longer. I've got a Mexican hired and headed this way. There'll be no more of that kind of thing for you, lady—not while you're with us.
"Now, boys, let's get organized for action. Weather's perfect—Lowry's been raving over the light, all the way out from town. I've got a range
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