“What is your line?” she inquired, inclined to smile.
“Can’t you guess, girlie?”
“No, I can’t.”
“Well, I come out this way on location. The bunch is over at Summit. I’m just scouting out the lay over here. To-day’s Sunday, so I’m fishing. I can’t hunt spots every minute.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” said Eris.
“Why, we’re shooting the sanitarium over at Summit,” he explained, gently testing his line. As there was nothing on it he looked over at Eris.
“You don’t get me, sister,” he said. “It’s pictures. See?”
“Moving pictures?”
“Yeh, the Crystal Film outfit. We’re shooting the ‘Wild Girl.’ It’s all outside stuff now. We’re going to shoot ‘The Piker’ next. Nature stuff. That’s why.”
Once more he drew out and examined his bait. “Say,” he demanded, “are there any fish in this stream?”