hade, she
gave no sign of any inner excitement or perturbation. She went
straight up to Burns and waited for his verdict.

"Do I look like Miss Gay?" she drawled.

The keen eyes of Burns half closed while he studied her.

"No, I can't say that you do," he said after a moment. "Walk off
toward the corrals,--and, say! Mount the sorrel and start off like you
were in a deuce of a hurry. That'll be one scene, and I'd like to see
how you do it when you can have your own way about it, and how close up
we can make it and have you pass for Gay."

"How far shall I ride?" Jean's eyes had a betraying light of interest.

"Oh--to the gate, maybe. Can you get a long shot down the trail to the
gate, Pete, and keep skyline in the scene?"

Pete moved the camera, fussed and squinted, and then nodded his head.
"Sure, I can. But you'll have to make it right away, or else wait till
to-morrow. The sun's getting around pretty well in front."

"We'll take it right after this rehearsal, if the girl can put the
stuff over right," Burns muttered. "And she can, or I'm badly
mistaken. Pete, that girl's--" He stopped short, because the shadow of
Lee Milligan was moving up to them. "All right, Miss--say, what's your
name, anyway?" He was told, and went on briskly. "Miss Douglas, just
start from off that way,--about where that round rock is. You'll come
into the scene a little beyond. Hurry straight up to the sorrel and
mount and ride off. Your lover is going to be trapped by the bandits,
and you've just heard it and are hurrying to save him. Get the idea?
Now let's see you do it."

"You don't want me to sob, do you?" Jean looked over her shoulder to
inquire. "Because if I were going to save my lover, I don't believe
I'd want to waste time weeping around all over the place."

Burns chuckled. "You can cut out the sob," he permitted. "Just go
ahead like it was real stuff."

Jean was standing by the rock, ready to start. She looked at Burns
speculatively. "Oh, well, if it were real, I'd run!"

"Go ahead and run then!" Burns commanded.

Run she did, and startled the sorrel so that it took quick work to
catch him.

"Camera! She might not do it like that again, ever!" cried Burns.

She was up in the saddle and gone in a flurry of dusts while Robert
Grant Burns stood with his hands on his hips and watched her gloatingly.

"Lord! But that girl's a find!" he ejaculated, and this time he did
not seem to care who heard him