Part 3 (1/2)

If any figure came between the scene and the camera with the pictures it was imprinting on the sensitive celluloid film (at the rate of sixteen per second) part of the elaborate work would have to be done over again. And as one of the characters in the little play was a celebrated dancer, whose time was paid for at an almost unbelieveable sum per hour, it would mean a heavy expense.

”Stop him!” cried Mr. Pertell. ”Come back here!”

”Halt! Vamoose! Turn about!” Paul Ardite called to the worked-up traveler of the deep blue sea.

This had no effect.

”Avast there! Belay!” cried Russ Dalwood, who was not at that moment engaged at the crank of some camera. He used the same sea terms the old man himself had uttered, but this salt-water ”lingo,” or translation of the command to halt, had no effect either.

Then came an interruption at a most opportune time. Just ahead of the sailor a scene from a Wild West drama was being enacted. A group of cowboys were engaged in a quarrel in the bunk house, which had been set up in the studio. The outdoor scenes of the little play were to be made later, for it is the custom in this business to make all the scenes, taking place in one locality, at the same time, regardless of their sequence in the finished play. Later the film is cut up into strips, pasted together with the proper headings, or captions, and the finished play results.

And just as the old sailor, who called himself Jack Jepson, was about to step in front of the ball room scene camera, to the frantic horror of the operator, one of the cowboys, following out his lines, drew his revolver, and fired a blank cartridge at the ”villain.”

In the studio the noise was like that of a small cannon.

”Mutiny!” yelled Jack Jepson, jumping in the air a foot or more.

”Mutiny!”

But he stopped, and just in time. Two steps more would have brought him in front of the clicking camera.

”Mutiny!” he fairly roared. ”What is this! Who's firin' a shot across my bows? All hands on deck t' repel boarders! Avast there!” and he stood looking around in bewilderment, while the smoke from the revolver floated upward.

”Come here!” called Mr. Pertell running forward, and grasping the arm of the sailor before he could get away to step in front of any of the other moving picture machines. ”You don't understand, Mr. Jepson. I merely want you to----”

”Yes, I reckon I heard you say what you wanted me to do. Now look here!

I don't know much about you, but you come over t' our Sailors' Snug Harbor, an' you took some pictures. That was all right, I'm not captain there an' I haven't anything t' say. You said you wanted an old able-bodied man for certain work, an' I volunteered. I didn't know where the voyage was, but I signed on, an' come here; didn't I?”

”You did,” said Mr. Pertell. ”But let me explain.”

”No, you listen to me, first!” exclaimed the old salt, shaking a thickened and roughened finger at the manager. ”I come here, willin' to do anything from slus.h.i.+n' th' mast, or holystonin' th' decks t' furlin'

sail in a blow. But what do I get; eh? I ask you what do I get? Why an order to steal s.h.i.+ppin' papers, that's what I get! An' that's a serious crime. I'm not goin' t' be mixed up with it. No sir! Not for Jack Jepson!” and he tried to break away.

”Wait a minute!” Mr. Pertell begged. ”You don't understand. It's only the business of stealing the papers, you know.”

”Well, it's mighty poor business for any man t' be in; that's my opinion. I was raised honest, an', man and boy, I've lived honest for fifty years, with one exception, an' that wasn't my fault, and now----”

Again he made an effort to leave, which effort, if not blocked, would have once more taken him in front of some clicking camera.

”Oh, can't you understand!” cried the manager with a hopeless gesture.

”Perhaps I could explain to him,” suggested Ruth in a low voice. ”I have plenty of time, Mr. Pertell, and though I don't know this gentleman----”

”Oh, I forgot. He's going to act with you and your sister, Miss DeVere,”

said the manager. ”Come over and be introduced. You too, Mr. DeVere.

He's to have a part in our great sea drama, that is, if I can ever get it started. I began explaining to Jepson, here, about taking the papers which have to do with the case, but he can't----”

”You can't make me believe stealin's right, no matter how you go at it!”