"Sure," she replied; "he came to see me. I asked him to come."
"Then why didn't he stay after you came in?" Orman thought he had her there.
"I saw you coming, and I told him to beat it."
"Well, you got to cut it out," snapped Orman. "There's to be no more men in this tent—do your visiting outside."
"That suits me," said Rhonda. "Good-night."
As Orman departed, the Madison sank back on her cot trembling. "Phew!" she whispered after she thought the man was out of hearing; "that was a close shave." She did not thank Rhonda. Her selfish egotism accepted any service as her rightful due.
"Listen," said the other girl. "I'm hired to double for you in pictures, not in your love affairs. After this, watch your step."
Orman saw a light in the tent occupied by West and one of the other cameramen. He walked over to it and went in. West was undressing. "Hello, Tom!" he said. "What brings you around? Anything wrong?"
"There ain't now, but there was. I just run that dirty Polack out of the girls' tent. He was over there with Rhonda."
West paled. "I don't believe it."