"Why shouldn't I go close?" Laura wanted to know.
"You might get your dress wet. Mine spots terribly."
"Oh, so does mine. I forgot; and sea water stains so badly!"
So the two actresses drew away.
"There, I guess that will do," remarked Russ, as he saw that there was no more film left in the camera. "Now, Mr. Pertell, you'll have to get some story written around these scenes. Add more to them, and you'll have a good reel."
"I'll do it, Russ. I'm glad you were here to take them, so long as it did not turn out seriously."
"Do you—er—ah—mean to say that you filmed me?" demanded the dudish actor, who had overheard this colloquy.
"I got some pictures of you—yes," admitted Russ. "I couldn't resist the temptation."
"I demand that those pictures be destroyed!" cried Mr. Towne, who seemed to have recovered rapidly from his unexpected bath.
"What for?" asked Mr. Pertell, in surprise. "I haven't seen them, of course—can't until they're developed, and that won't be for some time. But I should say the rescue pictures would make a fine film."