“There—they’ve got her!” cried Ted, as he saw the man from the boat reach the girl who had leaped overboard. “She’s saved!”
“Well, I’m glad of that,” remarked Mrs. Martin, with a sigh of relief.
“But she wasn’t going to drown, anyhow!” went on the Curlytop lad. “She knew, all the while, that she’d be saved, didn’t she, Daddy?”
“I guess she did,” Mr. Martin admitted, with a smile. “These movie people don’t take many chances. Of course, some of them who do ‘stunts’ run into danger, but, in the main, they are pretty careful. I guess this young lady was a good swimmer.”
“They’re taking more pictures of her,” cried Jan. “Look! She’s on the bank over there and they’re taking a lot more pictures of her.”
“So they are,” agreed Mrs. Martin. “The poor thing—they won’t even give her a chance to get into dry clothes.”
“Probably the story of this movie doesn’t call for that,” suggested Mr. Martin. “The young lady may have to be shown coming up from the water dripping wet.”
That seemed so, for as soon as the man who had jumped from the boat into the water after the actress began to carry her in his arms up the bank of the creek, some of the camera men ran around with their machines and again began grinding very fast at the handles.
“Oh, it must be wonderful to be a movie actress!” sighed Jan.
“I’d like to be one of the cowboy actors!” exclaimed Ted, looking at the men in western costume, who, just then, did not seem to have much to do. They were standing idly about near their horses.