"Yes, we are Southern belles to-day," laughed Alice.
"Belles every day," returned the lieutenant with a bow.
"Nicely said!" laughed Estelle. "You are improving!"
She and Alice wore the costumes of generations ago, big bonnets and hoopskirts.
"Let's go over and see what they're filming there," suggested Alice, pointing to where a crossroads store had been put up.
The scene at the store was one to represent a dispute among some Southerners and some Northern sympathizers. It was to end in a fight in which one man was to draw his revolver.
All went well up to the quarrel, and then it became too realistic, for, by some chance, there was a bullet in the revolver instead of a blank cartridge, and it entered the leg of one of the disputants. He fell and bled profusely.
"Get Dr. Wherry!" yelled Mr. Pertell.
"Dr. Wherry went into the village this morning to get some stuff," Russ said, "and he hasn't come back yet."
"Then somebody will have to go after him!" cried the director.