"Not with me in it!" said Mr. Sneed, as he got up and went limping toward shore.
"Why not?" asked Mr. Pertell. "Why don't you want to do this act?"
"Because I am hurt. I knew something would happen when I got up this morning, and it certainly has. I may be injured for life by this."
"Nonsense!" exclaimed the manager. "You're not hurt. You only think so. Here, Mrs. Maguire, give him that bottle of witch hazel I saw you use for little Tommy the other day. That will fix you up, Mr. Sneed."
"Humph!" exclaimed the "grouch." And then, as the motherly Irish woman, with a quizzical smile on her face, started to the house for the liniment, Mr. Sneed said:
"Oh, you needn't make such a fuss over me. I suppose I can go on with this, if I am suffering. Bring back the horse."
The overturned cutter was righted, and the play went on. This time no mishap occurred and the race was run to a successful finish.
"Now, Alice and Ruth, you will get into the larger cutter, and with Paul for a driver we'll make the next scene," directed Mr. Pertell, and so the making of the play went on.
The filming of the big drama was to occupy several days, as some of the scenes were laid in distant parts of the game preserve belonging to Elk Lodge, and there was not time to take the company there, and come back for other scenes, the darkness falling early, as the year was dying.
There came fair weather, and storms, alternating. A number of fine films were obtained by Russ, some of them showing weather effects, and others views of the ice at the falls where the two girls and their companions had been imprisoned in the ice cave.