ESTELLE'S STORY
"What's the matter?" cried Russ Dalwood, running back from the stream where he had been to see that an assistant was successfully getting the scene after Estelle had leaped to the other bank.
"Matter! Look!" cried the director, and he pointed to Maurice, speeding to carry his message in the small runabout.
"Good-night!" gasped Russ, who understood at once.
"Why, what's wrong with it?" asked Paul. "Isn't he running the machine all right?"
"Oh, he's running it all right," said Mr. Pertell in tones of disgust. "And that's just the trouble! I told him to jump on a horse with that dispatch, and he goes in the auto!"
"I suppose he thought it was quicker," commented Paul.
"Quicker! Yes, I should say it was! But I'll get him out of there quicker than he can shake a stick at a dead mule. The idea of riding in an auto to carry a message in Civil War days. Why, there wasn't a real auto in the whole world then. How would it look in a film to see an up-to-date runabout butting in on a scene of sixty-three. Get him back here and make him start over again on a horse as he ought to," went on the director. "An auto in sixty-three! Next he'll be sending wireless telephone messages about fifty years before they were ever dreamed of!"
Fortunately, not much of the film had been reeled off, and the scene was one that could easily be made over. Estelle's leap was not spoiled, nor was the blowing up of the bridge.
"Huh! I didn't think anything about there not being autos in those days," said Maurice, when he had been brought back and mounted on a horse.