rescue. I'd have jumped in and given a hand myself."
"It was very good of you, Paul," murmured Alice, but when he looked into her eyes she turned her own gaze away.
"I—I wouldn't have missed the opportunity of saving you for—for anything," he said softly.
On the way to the farmhouse, over the bridge and along the country road, a few passing farmers turned to gaze curiously at the two dripping figures, and one grizzled man, seeing the camera Russ carried, and knowing moving picture actors were at Oak Farm, said, loudly enough to be heard:
"Wa'al, by hickory! Some folks is purtty hard put t' airn a livin' now-a-days! Jumpin' in th' water t' have pictures made of 'em. G'lang there!" and he drove on with his bony horse and ricketty wagon.
"You see, he thought the same thing that I did," laughed Russ.
The young moving picture operator was able to draw around to the front of the farmhouse those of the theatrical company who were near the rear, and he managed to keep them there until Paul and Alice had a chance to slip in the side door, and get to their rooms unnoticed. Ruth
