and now!" exclaimed the actor. "I am through with the moving picture business forever!"
But as he had often said that before, and as he was in the habit of resigning at least once every day, no one took him seriously.
"Are you hurt, my dear sir?" asked the manager, solicitously, as he reached Mr. Bunn's side.
"If I am not, it is not due to you," was the retort. "But I believe I have escaped with my life."
He arose gingerly, and discovered that he had not even a scratch. The soft grass had saved him from everything but a jolt.
"I never knew Hee-haw to act so before," said Sandy, as he came up and took charge of the mule.
"Well, he'll never get the chance to act so with me again," declared Mr. Bunn, with great decision. "Now, as soon as I get this detestable black from my face, I am going to New York. I am through with moving pictures."
Mr. Pertell did not attempt to argue with the actor, well knowing that the threat would not be carried out. Nor was it. A little later, when clothed in his accustomed garb, with his tall hat, which he seldom omitted from his costume, Mr. Bunn walked out, studying a new part that he was to take in the next play.
