to do with
it?"

"Well, we're nothing sensational as actresses," replied Janet, "and
neither one of us would want to go along playing minor roles for years.
If we ever hope to do more than that we've got to have more of a
background in education and college seems to be the easiest and surest
way to attain that."

Billy Fenstow nodded in agreement.

"Maybe you're right," he admitted, "but you could stay on with me at one
hundred or one hundred and fifty dollars a week for a long time."

"But how many weeks a year would we work at that rate? There wouldn't be
more than twenty-five or thirty at the most and our expenses of staying
on in Hollywood would become heavier."

"Now that you put it that way, you're probably right. But when you do
get through college, don't forget to come back and we'll see how things
go then."

The director started to get up, then sank back on the cushions.

"You helped doctor the script of 'Kings of the Air,' didn't you?" he
asked Janet.

"I made a suggestion or two," she admitted.

"I heard it was a little more than that," smiled the director. "Why
don't you see what you could do with a western script for me. I haven't
got an idea and if I turn it over to the studio writers, I'll probably
get another stereotyped plot."

"Are you serious?" demanded Janet.

"Very much so. You might be able to put together something with a new
angle. Mind you, it must be simple in action, for I've got to operate on
a slim budget, but we must have a satisfactory love angle and a
plausible plot. Think you can do anything with it?"

"I'll try; I'll do my best," promised Janet.

"Then I guess I'll take a little vacation when we get back to Hollywood.
I'll need the story in about ten days, or at least a complete outline by
that time."

The tubby little director lifted himself off the seat and ambled down
the aisle to learn how much longer they would be detained and Janet
watched him go with a strange elation in her heart.

Chapter Five

DEADLY FANGS

Helen looked at her companion through smiling, quizzical eyes.

"Well, what do you make of that?" she asked.

"I'm a little bit dizzy, but I guess Mr. Fenstow meant what he said. Do
you suppose I can really turn out an acceptable story for a western
picture?" Janet turned and shot the question squarely at Helen.

"I'm sure you can. That is," she amended, "if you don't let the thought
of it scare you."

"I'll give it a lot of time and th