extra to double for Miss Gay where there's any riding stunts and so on.
Miss Gay is a good actress, but she can't ride to amount to anything.
With the clothes and make-up you--impersonate her. See what I mean?
And for straight riding I'll pay you five dollars a day; five dollars
for your time on the days that I want to use you. For any feature
stuff, like that ride down the bluff, and the roping, and the like of
that, it'll be more. Twenty-five dollars for feature-stuff, say, and
five dollars for straight riding. Get me?"

"I do, yes." Jean's drawl gave no hint of her inner elation at the
prospect of earning so much money so easily. What, she wondered, would
Lite say to that?

"Well, that part's all right then. By feature-stuff, I mean anything I
want you to do to put a punch in the story; anything from riding
bucking horses and shooting--say can you shoot?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Well, I'll have use for that, too, later on. The more stunts you can
pull off, the bigger hits these pictures are going to make. You see
that, of course. And what I've offered you is a pretty good rate; but I
expect to get results. I told you I wasn't any cheap John to work for.
Now get this point, and get it right: I'll expect you to report to me
every morning here, at eight o'clock. I may need you that day and I
may not, but you're to be on hand. If I do need you, you get paid for
that day, whether it's one scene or twenty you're to work in. If I
don't need you that day, you don't get anything. That's what being an
extra means. You start in to-day, and if you make the ride down the
bluff, it'll be twenty-five to-day. But you can't go riding off
somewhere else, and maybe not be here when I want you. You're under my
orders, like the rest of the company. Get that?"

"I'll try it for a week, anyway," she said. "Obeying your orders will
be the hardest part of it, Mr. Burns. I always want to stamp my foot
and say 'I won't' when any one tells me I must do something." She
laughed infectiously. "You'll probably fire me before the week's out,"
she prophesied. "I'll be as meek as possible, but if we
quarrel,--well, you know how sweet-tempered I can be!"

Burns looked at her queerly and laughed. "I'll take a chance on that,"
he said, and went chuckling back to the camera. To have a girl
absolutely ignore his position and authority, and treat him in that
off-hand manner of equality was a new experience to Robert Grant Burns,