Slick Jones, who, as was the case with Sandy Banks of the monstrous mustache, already felt a boundless admiration for the youthful director, saw that she was served with a good breakfast, early as the hour was.
Ruth started off buoyantly on foot, convinced that the location for the taking of the first big outdoor scene ought to be found somewhere in the vicinity of Knockout Inn.
The first location decided upon, she could then take more time in exploring for others. Tom could do some of the scouting about for her and, knowing just what it was she wanted, could find locations that he thought would appeal to her.
The start would have been made. And as Ruth, in company with all other directors, knew, the start was almost as important as the finish. The first scene shot, the action continued on its own momentum.
Ruth raised her eyes to the white-capped peak of Snow Mountain lifting above the little settlement of Knockout Point, and on impulse Ruth set her feet toward it.
It was the pride of the natives, or so she had been informed by Sandy Banks the evening before. They even had a superstition about it. Snow Mountain guarded and protected all in its vicinity, so thought the simpler people of the Yukon. The nearer one lived to it, the more one could count upon good fortune!
“So the nearer I come to it,” thought Ruth whimsically, “the more certain I shall be of finding a good location!”
But to get nearer to the mountain was no easy task, as Ruth soon learned. In that rare atmosphere distances were deceptive, and the young motion picture director had to travel for an hour or more before she reached even the base of the mountain.
It was a hard, hot walk and she rested on a rock at the foot of the mountain before she started to climb the first of its several heights.
“My, I wish I had come on horseback,” she sighed. “I’m footsore already. And then to think, I’ve got to walk all that way back!”