st well started when August came with its hot winds. They
stayed and worked upon the serial until it was finished, and that meant
that they stayed until the first October blizzard caught them while
they were finishing the last reel.

Do you know what they did then? Jean changed a few scenes around at
Lite's suggestion, and they went out into the hills in the teeth of the
storm and pictured Jean lost in the blizzard, and coming by chance upon
the outlaws at their camp, which she and Lite and Lee had been hunting
through all the previous installments of the story. It was great
stuff,--that ride Jean made in the blizzard,--and that scene where,
with numbed fingers and snow matted in her dangling braid, she held up
the rustlers and marched them out of the hills, and met Lite coming in
search of her.

You will remember it, if you have been frequenting the silent drama and
were fortunate enough to see the picture. You may have wondered at the
realism of those blizzard scenes, and you may have been curious to know
how the camera got the effect. It was wonderful photography, of
course; but then, the blizzard was real, and that pinched, half frozen
look on Jean's face in the close-up where she met Lite was real. Jean
was so cold when she turned the rustlers over to Lite that when she
started to dismount and fell in a heap,--you remember?--she was not
acting at all. Neither was Lite acting when he plunged through the
drift and caught Jean in his arms and held her close against him just
as that scene ended. In the name of realism they cut the scene,
because Lite showed that he forgot all about the outlaws and the part
he was playing.

So they finished the picture, and the whole company packed their trunks
thankfully and turned their faces and all their thoughts westward.

Jean was not at all sure that she wanted to go. It seemed almost as
though she were setting aside her great undertaking; as though she were
weakly deserting her dad when she closed the door for the last time
upon her room and turned her back upon Lazy A coulee. But there were
certain things which comforted her; Lite was going along to look after
the horses, he told her just the day before they started. For Robert
Grant Burns, with an eye to the advertising value of the move, had
decided that Pard must go with them. He would have to hire an express
car, anyway, he said, for the automobile and the scenery sets they had
used for interiors. And there