and the rest of the day was to be
spent in picking up shots to fill out the story.

"Do you suppose we looked all right?" asked Cora, who had been fitted
out in a housedress and sunbonnet. Margie was similarly attired.

"I'm sure you looked your parts," Janet assured them, "but don't be too
disappointed when you see the picture. There'll only be a flash of this
action on the screen and the 'mob' scene won't last more than a few
seconds."

"We'll see that one of the theaters at home books it," declared Margie
firmly, "and maybe Pete Benda will run a story about us."

"I wouldn't be surprised if he did," agreed Janet.

They went back to the ranchhouse for lunch and Billy Fenstow beamed.

"We're ahead of schedule now. Another two hours and we'll be ready to
start for the studio where we can finish up the interiors in a couple
more days."

The bus which had brought them from Hollywood rolled into the valley and
several of the cowboys started loading baggage and equipment aboard it.

Janet and Helen went upstairs, followed by Cora and Margie. Both of the
latter had been hinting that they would like an invitation to stay for a
time in Hollywood, but they had been so mean and small during their high
school days that neither Janet nor Helen could bear the thought of
entertaining them.

"Coming back to Clarion this fall?" asked Cora, her dark eyes fairly
snapping as she waited eagerly for the answer to her question.

"I haven't the slightest idea," replied Janet, quite truthfully.

"How about you, Helen?" It was Margie asking this time.

Helen shook her head. "Your guess is as good as mine."

"Can't you stay on in pictures?" asked Cora, a tinge of sarcasm in her
voice.

That nettled Janet. "If we want to," she retorted, "but neither one of
us can see much of a future in being actresses in western films."

"With all of the influence your father has, you ought to be able to get
into better pictures," Margie told Helen, and it was her turn to feel a
mounting flood of color in her cheeks.

"You can leave Dad out of this. He gave us an introduction, but we've
won our parts," snapped Helen.

The girls finished packing in silence and were ready to go down stairs
when "Skeets" stuck his head in the door.

"Bus is all ready to start back for the city," he said, picking up
Janet's and Helen's bags.

Cora and Margie took their own luggage and followed them down stairs.

"Do you think we ought to invite them to Holly