There was a little coaching, something of a rehearsal and then that scene went on again, with Ruth and Alice "fleeing" from the pursuers, and the police charging downhill after the men.
Then followed the improvised scene, of an attack by the police, and a repulse by the "villains."
"Good! That's great!" cried Mr. Pertell. "It will be better than I thought it would. This is fine!"
"Ha! Yes, maybe for you, but look at my eye!" cried Mr. Pepper Sneed. "Look at it!"
"Well, what's the matter with it?" asked Mr. Pertell. "It's a little red, that's all I can see." The taking of pictures had stopped for the time being.
"A little red! A little!" fairly howled the grouch. "Say it will be black and blue tomorrow. One of those policeman hit me in the eye with his elbow. It was an awful blow. I shouldn't wonder but that I went blind. Never again will I take part in anything as tough as this. I know I'll be laid up for a week," and with this gloomy thought he limped off, for he had been rather roughly handled in the mêlée.
"I wonder if that's all for us today?" asked Alice, as she saw Russ taking the legs off his camera.
"Why, are you tired?" asked Ruth, solicitously.
"A little, yes. I shall be glad when we get out to sea."
"Perhaps we may have even harder work than this," suggested Ruth, for the race along shore had not been easy. "A shipwreck isn't going to be any society drama, Alice."