od word for us with your director,"
she flared.

"There wasn't a real good chance," replied Janet. "I warned you last
night not to bother him if he wasn't in a good mood."

"But how was I to know?" complained Cora.

"Well, you do now," said Janet, and it was hard to keep from smiling.
But she could realize how much it would mean to Cora and Margie and it
would be mean of her not to help them just a little so later she spoke
to "Skeets" Irwin, the assistant director, and "Skeets" promised to get
Cora and Margie into the crowd scene.

Janet and Helen were in the same scene and they changed into their
costumes, Janet into a dusty riding habit and Helen into a gingham dress
and the apron that was her badge as a waitress in the village's one
restaurant.

The girls rode down to the village, Cora and Margie following in their
own car. "Skeets" had provided them with appropriate costumes and they
were so excited they could hardly talk.

Billy Fenstow was back giving instructions to the riders who were to
sweep down into the village while "Skeets" handled the scene at the
village.

"Don't stand around like a bunch of wooden Indians," said the assistant
director. "Show some interest when those horsemen come over the hills. I
want plenty of action in this scene."

"Keep close to us," Janet advised Cora and Margie. "All you have to do
is look excited."

"That's going to be easy," smiled Margie. "I'm so nervous now I can't
stay still a minute."

Final instructions were given and the cameras started grinding as a
massed body of riders swept over the crest of the hills and galloped
madly toward the village.

The girls, who had been in the restaurant, rushed into the street and
joined the other members of the company and the villagers who had been
pressed into service as extras.

It was action and good action. Janet thrilled at the magnificent riding
of Curt Newsom, who rode with consumate skill and grace. He was a part
of the horse he was astride and it was no effort to Janet to register
extreme excitement.

The mounted men, a band of captives in the center of the group, reined
in before the astonished villagers and Curt, dismounting, pulled one of
the captives from his saddle and strode toward the door which was marked
sheriff's office. Curt pulled the protesting rider after him,
disappearing into the sheriff's office. That finished the sequence and
the cameras stopped clicking.

It was the last of the big scenes