The doctor arrived within a few minutes and made a thorough examination for possible injuries.
“Just a liberal supply of bumps and bruises,” he decided. “Better take it easy for a day or two.”
“Well, that’s that,” Janet managed to smile when the doctor had departed. “I’m afraid I spoiled another sequence and you’ll have to shoot it over.”
“I should say not,” replied Billy Fenstow. “The camera got every bit of action and I’ll work it in somehow. Any time I let a swell shot like that go unused you can write ‘finished’ after my name. Stay in bed the rest of the day. The schedule of scenes you were in is practically completed anyway.”
Helen was in and out the rest of the day for there were several shots in which she appeared and it was late afternoon when she came in to stay.
“Curt Newsom is on the warpath,” she said slowly as she sat down beside Janet.
“Sore about my mussing up that scene?” asked Janet.
“No. He’s been looking at the saddle and says someone tried to kill you.”
Helen’s voice was flat.
Janet sat up in bed.