"Oh, I'm so glad! The picture will be a success, won't it?"
"I should think so," Paul said. "It certainly was a daring ride."
"I wouldn't mind doing it if I had her horse," put in Maurice Whitlow, smirking at the girls. "I think you could do that, Miss DeVere," and he looked at Alice.
She turned away with only a murmured reply, but, nothing daunted, the "pest" went on:
"Estelle is certainly a fine rider. I think she must have been a cowgirl on a ranch at one time, though she won't admit it."
"She wouldn't to you, at any rate," said Paul, significantly.
"Why not?"
"Oh, if you don't know it's of no use to tell you. Look! Now she goes into the water!"
The action called for the halting at the top of the embankment of the Confederate riders, who dared not make the jump. They fired some futile shots at Estelle, then rode around to a less dangerous descent to try to catch her. But Estelle was to ford the stream and continue on to the Union lines with her message.
Reaching the bottom of the slope, her horse gathered himself together for another bit of moving picture work. At the edge of the stream another camera man was stationed, for Estelle and her horse were by this time too far away from Russ and his helper to make good views possible.