e film. He
had planned to step into this picture, turn the tables in the fight
with Mr. Scanlan, who he thought was an actor and not a pugilist, and
thus come back to the movies in a blaze of glory! He told me he had
two press agents awaiting the word to flash his coup all over the
country. He thought it would make a great story!" She stopped and
laughed. "It will!" she goes on. "Think of the matinee girls when
they see their darling Albert back in the flash once more and being
unmercifully beaten by a man thirty pounds lighter and inches smaller
than him!"

Just then the fair Albert comes limpin' over to Potts. He looked like
he'd been battlin' a buzz saw!

"Mr. Potts," he says, "if you dare to use that scene in your picture, I
will bring suit against your firm. I demand that the film be destroyed
at once!"

"What you say!" screams Genaro. "Nevaire! She'sa mine, that picture!
Away wit' you--you bigga bunk!" He stands before the camera like he's
ready and willin' to protect it with his life.

"You entered the scene of your own accord, _Mr. LaRue_," remarks Potts,
"and I trust you are in earnest about suing us. The publicity will
just about save me a hundred thousand in advertising."

As soon as he heard that name "LaRue," this guy just kinda caves in and
closes up tight. Miss Vincent turns her nose up at him and walks over
to the Kid as the other dame comes up and shakes Scanlan's hand.

"Thank you!" she says, in that tired voice of hers. "You have done a
big thing for me! Now he cannot go into the pictures again, and maybe
he'll--he'll stay home with me!"

At that Miss Vincent suddenly leans over and kisses her. Can you beat
them dames?

Albert picks up his hat and straightens his tie. Then he glares from
one to the other of us and walks over to Genaro.

"I trust," he says, throwin' out his chest. "I trust you realize that
if your picture is a success, I, and I alone, am responsible for it.
If it hadn't been for the advent of myself, a finished artist, in that
fight scene, it would have fallen flat! Good day, sir!"

And him and his dame and the white-faced Sweet Williams blows!

CHAPTER IV

LEND ME YOUR EARS

I don't mind a four-flusher if his stuff is good, know what I mean? A
guy that makes the world think he's there forty ways when as a matter
of fact, he's _shy_ about sixty, deserves credit. Usually, them birds
get it too! They know more about credit than the guy that wr