"Come on!" yelled the director through his megaphone. "Lively!"
Alice and Ruth, half carrying, half dragging, the wounded soldier, staggered out, Russ clicking away at the camera.
"Good! That's good! It's fine!" exclaimed the enthusiastic director.
Ruth was conscious that she was suddenly dragging more of the weight of the man's body than at first. But she thought one of Alice's hands had possibly slipped off, and she did not want to call a halt to get a better hold.
"My! But this is choking!" gasped Ruth.
Finally, she staggered out into the open, dragging the soldier by his shoulders. She slumped down on the ground, in a place free from smoke, and registered exhaustion.
"Where's Alice?" cried Paul, who was holding back in readiness for his appearance in the scene. "Where's Alice?"
"Isn't she there?" gasped Ruth, rising on her elbow.
"No, she isn't. She must be——"
"Hold that pose, Ruth! Don't stir or you'll spoil the scene!" yelled the director. "We'll get your sister!"