“Well, that wasn’t exactly mentioned,” he said; “but I have a recollection that the location manager said something about presenting us with a fine set of stills of the ranch.”
“Generous of them!” said Custer. “They’ll camp all over the shop, use our water, burn our firewood, and trample up our pasture, and in return they’ll give us a set of photographs. Their liberality is truly marvelous!”
“Well, to tell you the truth,” said the colonel, “after I found how anxious Eva was, I wouldn’t have dared mention payment, for fear they might refuse to come and this young lady’s life might be ruined in consequence!”
“What outfit is it?” asked the son.
“It’s a company from the K. K. S., directed by a man by the name of Crumb.”
“Wilson Crumb, the famous actor-director,” added Eva. “How perfectly radiant! I danced with him in Los Angeles a year ago.”
“Oh, that’s the fellow, is it?” said Custer. “I have a hazy recollection that you were mad about him for some fifteen minutes after you reached home, but I have never heard you mention him since.”
“Well, to tell you the truth,” said Eva, “I had forgotten all about him until that perfectly gorgeous little loquacious manager mentioned him.”
“Location manager,” corrected her father.
“He was both.”