"Well, it's all over," said Mr. Norton, as he stood beside the manager. "Is that about what you wanted?"
"Indeed it is. This film will sure make a hit. Those rivals of ours, who started out to take advantage of my plans and work, will be sadly left."
"You haven't seen any more of them?"
"Not since that fellow disappeared from here. He took himself and his camera off. I guess he weakened at the last moment."
"I had no idea he was a moving picture operator," said the ranch owner, "or I would never have hired him."
"Well, I guess no harm was done," Mr. Pertell rejoined.
The rush of the steers was gradually coming to a close when Mr. Norton, looking over to the far edge of the bunch of cattle, uttered a sudden cry of alarm.
"What's the matter?" asked Mr. Pertell, anxiously.
"Why, they seem to have started up all over again," was the reply. "You didn't tell them to put in a second scene of the stampede; did you?"
"No, indeed. We don't need it. Besides, Russ can't have any film left for this reel. He used up the thousand-foot, I'm sure, and he hasn't an extra one with him. What does it mean?"