"That's good," Paul said, wiping some of the dirt and blood off his face, for he had been scratched by the point of some one's bayonet.
That ended this particular scene for the day, and the players could take a much-needed rest. Plenty of powder had been burned, and the air was rank and heavy with the fumes.
"Are you sure you're all right, Paul?" asked Alice, when he came up to the farmhouse later in the day.
"Well, I think I'd be better if you would feel my pulse," he said, winking at Russ. "And you don't need to be in a hurry to let go my hand. I sha'n't need it right away."
"Silly!" exclaimed Alice, as she turned, blushing, away.
"It must have been a shock to you," said Ruth.
"It was. But it was over so quickly I didn't have time to be shocked long. Now, let's talk about something nice. Come on in to the town, and I'll buy you all ice-cream."
"That will be nice!" laughed Estelle.
It was several days later that Mr. Pertell, coming to where the moving picture girls and their friends were seated on the porch, said:
"The big scene is for to-morrow. In the hospital. This is where you are looking after the wounded officer, Ruth, and Alice, on pretense of being a nurse seeking to give aid, comes in to get the papers. I want this very carefully done, as it is one of the climaxes of the whole play. So we'll have some rehearsals in the morning."