"How much will that be?" asked Matt, who saw very clearly that Carl had made a mistake and was in the wrong.
"There are six of 'em," replied the photographer, "and I pay them ten dollars apiece."
"That makes sixty dollars," said Matt, "and I'll——"
"Just a minute, King." It was Mr. Townsend who spoke. He had hurried toward the scene of the dispute and had arrived in time to hear the moving-picture man's explanation and Matt's offer to foot the bill. "This fellow's name is Jurgens," continued Mr. Townsend. "He comes from Philadelphia, and I happen to know that he gives these actors five dollars apiece for their work. If you give him just half of what he asks, King, you will be treating him fairly."
Jurgens glared at Townsend.
"What business have you got interfering here?" he asked, angrily.
"I am merely interfering in the interests of justice, that's all," replied Townsend, coolly, "and because I think you an all-around scoundrel, Jurgens. You and I have had some dealings already, you remember."
A black scowl crossed Jurgens' face.
"And our dealings are not finished yet, by a long shot," returned Jurgens.