"Get in there and get the girl!" cried Pop Snooks who was busy lighting more smoke bombs. "Get that girl, some of you fellows!" For he had guessed in an instant what had happened. It was not the first time one of the players had been overcome by the heavy fumes.
Into the cloud dashed some of the head property man's helpers. Russ and Paul, who could leave their posts while the camera was not in motion, also penetrated the murkiness.
Fortunately, Alice had been overcome when within a few feet of the clear atmosphere, and it was the work of but an instant for Paul to carry her outside, where she could breathe pure air.
"The poor dear!" cried Mrs. Maguire. "Here, give her this ammonia and water."
"Don't come too close to her, Mrs. Maguire!" warned the director. "Your black make-up will come off on her face, and it will show in the film."
The director had to think of all those things, though it might seem a bit heartless.
"I'll be careful," promised the motherly old woman. "I'll be careful."
Alice sipped the aromatic spirits of ammonia, and felt better.
"Did I faint?" she asked. "How silly of me!"
"Are you all right?" asked Ruth, still in her place by the side of the soldier, who was supposed to be unconscious.