"Quite so, and thank you very much."
More and more wild became the rushing steers, as the cowboys drove them along in order that pictures might be made of them.
CHAPTER XIX
TOO MUCH REALISM
The shouting of the cowboys, the rushing of their intelligent ponies here—there—everywhere, seemingly—the fusillade of pistol shots, the thunder and bellowings of the steers and the thud of the ponies hoofs—all combined to make the scene a lively one.
The imitation stampede seemed to be a great success, and no one, not in the secret, could have told that it was not a real one.
"Over this way, Paul!" cried Baldy, who was taking part with the young actor. "I'm supposed to rescue you, and I can't do it if you keep so far away."
"But isn't it dangerous to ride so close to the steers?" asked Paul, who, while willing to do almost anything in the line of moving picture work, did not want to take needless chances.
"There's no danger as long as you're mounted," replied the cowboy, "and you've got a good horse under you. Come on!"