"Surely. I'm getting every bit of it."
"That's right! We need every move. A little more life in it, Mr. Bunn! Act as though you didn't like to be soaked!"
"Like it! Of course I don't like it!" cried the actor. "I—hate it! And my hat—my silk hat——"
Again the relentless stream of water stopped him.
"I'll buy you a new hat!" promised Mr. Pertell, choking with laughter. "This is worth it! Lively, Mr. Bunn! Jump around a little. Switzer, don't miss him, but don't wet the camera. And that dog! Get him in it, too!"
"Vot! Maybe he bites my legs yet already!" objected the German. "I likes not dot beast! Und my legs——"
"Oh, I'll get a doctor if he bites you!" promised the manager. "See him get into the action! This will be a great picture. I'll have to get a story that it will fit in."
But at last even the enthusiastic manager was satisfied with the water scene, and he allowed the almost exhausted Mr. Bunn a rest.
"Look at me—look at me!" groaned the actor, as he gazed down at his suit, which dripped water at every point.
"Wait now; don't go away!" objected Mr. Pertell. "I want to get you in another scene now. Come around to the barn."