ructed snugly under the bridge flooring with
two heavy cross timbers resting safely on top.

When the tackle was finally removed and the bridge platform settled into
place and gave every indication of being safely propped up by the crib,
the scouts gave a ringing cheer, for their efforts had been successful.

And, as if in answer to the cheer, the loud honking of a motor horn was
heard and a big red motor car containing one man and the driver came
tearing down the road.

"Here comes our manager, Mr. Dickle!" exclaimed the chauffeur when he saw
the machine.

Mr. Dickle proved to be a very businesslike and bustling individual. He
bounded from the car before it stopped, demanding at the same time to
know all the particulars of what had happened. It seems that he had seen
the stalled motor truck from the window of the ten thirty train and had
hired the first automobile he could find at the Woodbridge station and
rushed to the scene of trouble.

Briefly Bruce and the chauffeur told him all that had happened and all
that had been done.

"Rebuilt the bridge, eh? Looks as if it would hold a steam engine now.
That's bully," exclaimed Mr. Dickle. "Now, if you fellows can tell me of
a building equipped with electricity that I can rent for a studio for a
couple of days, you will have done me another great favor. We are going
to make some historical films of Ethan Allen and the Green Mountain Boys.
Say, by the way, you fellows look intelligent. How would you like to be
my supes? I'll pay you fifty cents a day. How about it?"

"What's a supe?" asked Bruce and Bud together.

"Why, a supernumerary. I want a number of people to take part in the
production, as Green Mountain Boys or British soldiers or the mob, or
roles like that, where good actors are not needed. I have a big battle
scene as a climax. I'll need you in that surely."

"In the movies, eh? Whoope-e-e-e! Fine!" exclaimed several, and the
manager knew immediately that he would not have to look further for
additional members for his cast.

"And, say, about a studio; perhaps you could use the meeting room on the
top floor of our headquarters building. We have all the electricity you
want, only there isn't much daylight for taking pictures. There are only
three windows, and--"

"Tut, tut, never mind the daylight. We don't need it in modern
photography. We'll go up and look at the place," said the manager. Then
to the chauffeur he shouted: "Here, J