"It was a peach," again declared the director. "And nobody will ever see that she is a girl instead of a man. We got one good shot, here, Mr. Hammond, whether anything else comes out right or not."
The girls who had taken the parts of emigrant women in the runaway wagon were not quite so enthusiastic over the success of the event, not even when the director sent his congratulations to them. All three were determined that if a "repeat" was demanded, they would refuse to play the parts again.
"I don't want to ride in anything like that wagon again," declared Ruth. "It was awful."
"Enough is enough," agreed Helen. "Another moment, and we would have been out on our heads."
"I'm black and blue—or will be—from collar to shoes. What a jouncing we did get! Girls, do you suppose that fellow with the shaggy ears did it on purpose?"
"Whom do you mean—William or one of the mules?" asked Helen.
"I am sure William was helpless," said Ruth. "He was just as much scared as we were. But Wonota was just splendid!"
"I am willing to pass her a vote of thanks," groaned Jennie. "But we can't expect her to be always on hand to save us from disaster. You don't catch me in any such jam again."
"Oh, nothing like this is likely to happen to us again," Ruth said. "We're just as safe taking this picture as we would be at home—at the Red Mill, for instance."
"I don't know about that," grumbled Helen. "I feel that more trouble is hanging over us. I feel it in my bones."