Horses and riders were lost in a cloud of smoke. This time the film was being taken. When that charge was over, and men and horses, some limping, had gone back to their quarters, Mr. Pertell signaled to the daring woman rider to come to him.
"That was very well done, Miss Brown," he said. "You certainly showed nerve."
"I am glad you liked it," was the answer in a quiet, well-bred voice. "Shall you want me again to-day?"
"Not until later, and it will be an interior. Is your horse all right?"
"Oh, yes. I am in love with him!" and she patted the arching neck of the handsome creature. "He is so speedy."
"He sure is speedy, all right," agreed Paul, and the girl—she was scarcely more than that—who had been addressed as Miss Brown by the director smiled at the young actor. Then she let her friendly gaze rest on Ruth and Alice.
"Isn't she fine!" murmured Alice.
"Like to meet her?" whispered Paul.
"Yes!" exclaimed Alice eagerly, paying no attention to Ruth's plucking of her sleeve.
"Miss Brown, allow me to present——" and Paul introduced the two DeVere girls.