"Let her go."
"All ready, then! Camera!"
Russ began to grind away at the film. Mr. Switzer had taken his place in the clump of bushes, his ragged Union garments flapping in the wind. He came out, looked furtively around, and then, giving the proper "registration," he advanced cautiously toward the barn.
"Go on now—run!" cried Mr. Pertell through his megaphone.
The German actor ran. He made a beautiful leap through the window, and the next moment there came from him howls of dismay.
"Donner vetter! Ach Himmel! Ach! My face! My hands! Hey, somebody! bring a pail of water! Quick!"