“Someone tried to kill me?” she demanded.
Tears welled into Helen’s tired eyes.
“Oh, this is all a mess,” she cried. “We never should have come out here. There are too many intrigues and jealousies among those established.”
“Tell me just what you mean?” insisted Janet.
Helen waved her hands helplessly. “Curt’s found out that the saddle girth was almost cut through. That’s the reason your saddle came loose and you were pitched out.”
“Does he have any idea who did it?”
“If he does, he isn’t saying anything, but I heard him tell Billy Fenstow that this is the last picture he’ll work in with Bertie Jackson.”
“I wonder if that means he suspects Bertie?” Janet pondered.
“You could take it that way if you wanted to, and personally I think Bertie is fully capable of some despicable stunt like that. I’m glad shooting on this picture is practically over. I’ve seen all of Bertie I ever want to.”
“It doesn’t seem as though she would do anything like that, though,” said Janet. “But, after all, Bertie’s determined to get ahead and I expect she’s wholly unscrupulous when she thinks anything or anyone may be blocking her way. But why should she pick on us?”