CHAPTER VII
THE PLAY OF THE HOSE
"Russ! Daddy! Somebody save Alice!" cried Ruth, from her place near the young moving picture operator. "Can't someone do something?"
"Get a pitchfork!"
"Go at him with those hoes!"
"Throw stones at him!"
This was some of the advice from the others of the moving picture company, as they stood grouped back of the camera, where they had been watching the filming of the last scene in the little drama.
Meanwhile, of course, Russ had stopped the camera, for he did not want to include the bull in the picture, no provision having been made for the creature by the author who furnished the "scenario," or "screed."
The animal had "butted into" the scene in a most uncalled-for manner, and now was butting its massive head against the frail green stalks of
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