"Do you think it will be rough?" asked Ruth, with an apprehensive look over her shoulder, as though she already saw a "hurricane in the offing," as her sister laughingly put it.
"Well, you know we have to wait for a storm, to get some of the scenes," Russ said. "Of course the weather often gets pretty bad in these Southern waters, in spite of their peaceful name," he continued, "but I don't suppose Mr. Pertell will venture out far from the harbor in a bad blow. Even a little wind will kick up enough sea to make it look pretty rough in a picture."
"Oh, I don't mind a storm!" exclaimed Alice. "I just love it."
"Oh—Alice!" cried her sister. "You know you'll be as frightened as I'll be."
"We'll see," challenged the younger girl with sparkling eyes and a flush on her cheeks.
They found the Ajax, after some little difficulty, among a score of other boats, in process of repair.
"Oh, what a big one!" exclaimed Alice as she caught sight of the craft. "I do hope you'll give us a ride in her, Russ."
"Of course I shall, between times of taking pictures," he promised. "What do you think of her, Paul?"
"Pretty fine," agreed the young actor. "Has she any speed?"
"Not much, I guess. It's an old sort of tub, but pretty steady in the water, Mr. Pertell said. That's what I want for taking pictures. It won't do to have her rolling and pitching. Well, let's go aboard, and see how they're coming on."