he tenseness of Jean's
face, made Robert Grant Burns draw a long breath.

"Lord, what feature-stuff that would make!" he said under his breath.
"I'll write a scenario around that rescue scene." Whereupon he caught
himself. It is not well for a director to permit his enthusiasm to
carry him into injudicious speech. He chuckled to hide his eagerness.
"Well, you can show me that location," he said, "and we'll get to work.
You'll have to use the sorrel, of course; but I guess he'll be all
right. This saddling scene will have to wait till I send for a wig.
You can change clothes with Miss Gay and get by all right at a
distance, just as you are. A little make-up, maybe; she'll fix that.
Come on, let's get to work. And don't worry about the salary; I'll
tell you to-night what it'll be, after I see you work."

When he was in that mood, Robert Grant Burns swept everything before
him. He swept Jean into his plans before she had really made up her
mind whether to accept his offer or stick to her literary efforts. He
had Muriel Gay up at the house and preparing to change clothes with
Jean, and he had Lee Milligan started for town in the machine with the
key to Burns' emergency wardrobe trunk, before Jean realized that she
was actually going to do things for the camera to make into a picture.

"I'm glad you are going to double in that ride down the bluff, anyway,"
Muriel declared, while she blacked Jean's brows and put shadows around
her eyes. "I could have done it, of course; but mamma is so nervous
about my getting hurt that I hate to do anything risky like that. It
upsets her for days."

"There isn't much risk in riding down the bluff," said Jean carelessly.
"Not if you've got a good horse. I wonder if that sorrel is rope broke.
Have you ever roped off him?"

"No," said Muriel, "I haven't." She might have added that she never
roped off any horse, but she did not.

"I'll have to try him out and see what he's like, before I try to rope
for a picture. I wonder if there'll be time now?" Jean was pleasantly
excited over this new turn of events. She had dreamed of doing many
things, but never of helping to make moving pictures. She was eager and
full of curiosity, like a child invited to play a new and fascinating
game, and she kept wondering what Lite would have to say about her
posing for moving pictures. Try to stop her, probably,--and fail, as
usual!

When she went out to where the others were grouped in the s