he title.

"Is that all there is to it?" asks the Kid, when Van Aylstyne stops for
breath and applause.

"Practically all," Van Aylstyne tells him. "Of course I'll have to go
over it and spice it up a little more--get more action in it here and
there, wherever it appears to drag. But we can do this as we go along."

"Yes!" says Potts. "You'll have to do that. I want this picture to be
the thriller of the year!" He scratches his chin for a minute and
looks at Van Aylstyne. "You better ginger it up a bit at that!" he
goes on. "It sounds a little tame to me. See if you can't work in a
couple of spectacular fires, a sensational runaway with Mr. Scanlan
being dragged along the ground, or you might have him do a slide for
life from the topmast of the yacht to one of the trees along the shore
here."

"Wait!" pipes Genaro. "I have joosta the thing! While I listen, I
getta thisa granda idea! Meester Scanlan, he'sa can be throw from the
airsheep and--"

"Lay off, lay off!" butts in the 'Kid. "They's enough action in that
thing right now to suit me! Don't put nothin' else in it. I'll be
busier than a one-armed paperhanger as it is!" He turns to Van
Aylstyne. "Where d'ye get that stuff?" he scowls. "Would _you_ jump
off a cliff, hey?"

Van Aylstyne throws out his little chest, while the rest of them
snickers.

"I _write_ it!" he says.

"Yeh?" pipes the Kid. "Well, you'll _jump_ it, too, bo, believe me!"

"What's a mat?" hollers Genaro. "What's a use hava the fighta now?
Wait till we starta the picture, then everybody she'sa fighta!
Something she'sa go wrong. _Sapristi_! we feexa her then. Joosta
holda tight your horses!"

He pats the Kid on the shoulder and slips him a cigar.

The rest of the trip to the island took about two hours, durin' which
time the Kid and Miss Vincent sat on the top deck, and she give him his
daily lesson in how to speak English, eat soup and a lot more of that
high society stuff.

We finally got to this island place and by three o'clock the next
afternoon they was half way through with the first reel. I horned in
on the thing myself, takin' off a copper, for which they gimme five
bucks even.

That night they was big doings on board the yacht. They had music and
dancin' and what not galore. Van Aylstyne, Potts, De Vronde and most
of the other help was there in the soup and fish and the twenty odd
dames that was actin' in the picture was all dressed up to thrill. I