“Curt Newsom got through. We were frantic after the line went dead when you were talking to us from the ranchhouse. We were coming in the truck and met Curt and the other two cowboys along the trail. From what they told us we knew that none of you could stand it to be out in the storm and we made all possible speed.”
“How’s mother?” asked Helen.
“Terribly worried.” He turned toward Janet. “We’ll phone your folks as soon as we get home. The fact that a film company was caught in the center of the fire was broadcast over a national chain and I’m afraid they may be gravely alarmed.”
“I’ll call them at once,” agreed Janet.
They talked at length of their experiences and at last Helen’s father turned to Fenstow.
“Lose all of your last-day takes?” he asked.
“Don’t believe we lost a one,” replied the other director. “We put the film cans in the well. One of my boys shot some swell scenes of the fire if the camera didn’t get too hot and ruin the negative.”
“Then I suppose you’ll use a fire in your next western?” chuckled Henry Thorne.
“Can’t say,” replied Billy Fenstow. “That will be up to Janet.”
“Why Janet?”