And as the wagon rushed for this haven of refuge, there came sweeping up from one side a group of cowboys, urging their horses to top speed, while, in their midst was Mr. DeVere, Mr. Pertell and the others of the moving picture company who had been left to finish the scene at the slab cabin.
CHAPTER XXIV
A DISCLOSURE
"Into the creek! Drive right in!" cried Baldy Johnson. "Run the wagon right in! It's a good bottom and you can go all the way across!"
"Go on!" called Mr. Switzer to his horses, and the steeds, nothing loath, darted for the cooling water. Indeed it was very hot now, for the fire was close, and it was still coming on, in an ever-narrowing circle.
"Go ahead, boys! Into the creek with you! It's our last chance, and our only one!" went on Baldy. "Into the water with you!"
And into the welcome coolness of the creek splashed the cowboys on their ponies and the wagon containing the refugees.
"Where are you going?" cried Ruth, as Russ swung himself down off the seat.
"I'm going to get this last film, showing the escape," he answered. "It's too good a chance to miss."