sappeared from sight of the camera. "We'll do
that scene over once more before the sun gets too far around."

"Do it over, will ye?" Applehead snarled as he came toiling obediently
back down the gulch. "Well, now, I ain't so danged shore about that
there doin' over--'nless yuh want to wait and do it after sundown. Ain't
nobody but a danged fool It would go trailin' up that there gulch this
kinda' day. Them rocks up there is hot enough to brile a lizard--now,
I'm tellin' ye!"

Luck covered a smile with his moist palm. He could not afford to be
merciful at the expense of good "picture-stuff," however, so he called
down grimly:

"Now you're just about fagged enough for that close-up I want of you,
Applehead. You went up that gulch a shade too brisk for a fellow that's
all in from traveling, and starved into the bargain. Come back down here
by this sand bank, and start up towards camera. Back up a little, Pete,
so you can 'pam' his approach. I want to get him pulling his burro
up past that bank--sabe? And the close-up of his face with all those
sweat-streaks will prove how far he's come--and then I want the detail
of that burro and his pack which you'll get as they go by. You see what
I mean. Let's see. Will it swing you too far into the sun, Pete, if you
pick him up down there in that dry channel?"

"Not if you let me make it right away," Pete replied after a squint or
two through the viewfinder. "Sun's getting pretty far over--"

"Ought to leave a feller time to git his wind," Applehead complained,
looking up at Luck with eyes bloodshot from the heat. "I calc'late mebby
you think it's FUN to drag that there burro up over them rocks?"

"Sure, it isn't fun. We didn't come out here for fun. Go down and wait
behind that bank, and come out into the channel when I give the word.
I want you coming up all-in, just as you look right now. Sorry, but I
can't let you wait to cool off, Applehead."

"Well now," Applehead began with shortwinded sarcasm, "I'm s'posed to be
outa grub. Why didn't yuh up In' starve me fer a week or two, so'st I'd
be gaunted up realistic? Why didn't yuh break a laig fer me, sos't I kin
show some five-cent bunch in a pitcher-show how bad I'm off? Danged if
I ain't jest about gettin' my hide full uh this here danged fool REELISM
you're hollerin' fur all the time. 'F you send me down there to come
haulin' that there burro back up here so's the camery kin watch me sweat
'n' puff my danged daylights out--b