ell Carramba or something； and kick at her。 You don't land on her； of course； but her son rushes up and grabs your armhere； do it this way。〃 Baird demonstrated。 〃Grab his wrist with one hand and his elbow with the other and make as if you broke his arm across your knee…you know； like you were doing joojitsey。 He slinks off with his broken arm； and you just dust your hands off and embrace your mother again。
〃Then you go back to the bar； not looking at Pedro at all。 See？ He's insulted your mother； and you've resented it in a nice； dignified； gentlemanly way。 Try it。〃
Pedro sat at the table and picked up his cards。 He was a foul… looking Mexican and seemed capable even of the enormity he was about to commit。 The scene was rehearsed to Baird's satisfaction； then shot。 The weeping old lady； blinded by her tears； awkward with her mop； the brutal Mexican； his prompt punishment。
The old lady was especially pathetic as she glared at her insulter from where she lay sprawled on the floor； and muttered； 〃Carramba； huh？ I dare you to come outside and say that to me！〃
〃Good work；〃 applauded Baird when the scene was finished。 〃Now we're getting into the swing of it。 In about three days here we'll have something that exhibitors can clean up on； see if we don't。〃
The three days passed in what for Merton Gill was a whirlwind of dramatic intensity。 If at times he was vaguely disquieted by a suspicion that the piece was not wholly serious； he had only to remember the intense seriousness of his own part and the always serious manner of Baird in directing his actors。 And indeed there were but few moments when he was even faintly pricked by this suspicion。 It seemed a bit incongruous that Hoffmeyer； the delicatessen merchant； should arrive on a bicycle； dressed in cowboy attire save for a badly dented derby hat； and carrying a bag of golf clubs； and it was a little puzzling how Hoffmeyer should have been ruined by his son's mad act； when it would have been shown that the money was returned to him。 But Baird explained carefully that the old man had been ruined some other way； and was demented； like the poor old mother who had gone over the hills after her children had left the home nest。 And assuredly in Merton's own action he found nothing that was not deeply earnest as well as strikingly dramatic。 There was the tense moment when a faithful cowboy broke upon the festivities with word that a New York detective was coming to search for the man who had robbed the Hoffmeyer establishment。 His friends gathered loyally about Merton and swore he would never be taken from them alive。 He was induced to don a false mustache until the detective had gone。 It was a long； heavy black mustache with curling tips； and in this disguise he stood aloof from his companions when the detective entered。
The detective was the cross…eyed man； himself now disguised as Sherlock Holmes； with a fore…and…aft cloth cap and drooping blond mustache。 He smoked a pipe as he examined those present。 Merton was unable to overlook this scene； as he had been directed to stand with his back to the detective。 Later it was shown that he observed in a mirror the Mexican whom he had punished creeping forward to inform the detective of his man's whereabouts。 The coward's treachery cost him dearly。 The hero； still with his back turned； drew his revolver and took careful aim by means of the mirror。
This had been a spot where for a moment he was troubled。 Instead of pointing the weapon over his shoulder； aiming by the mirror； he was directed to point it at the Mexican's reflection in the glass； and to fire at this reflection。 〃It's all right；〃 Baird assured him。 〃It's a camera trick； see？ It may look now as if you were shooting into the mirror but it comes perfectly right on the film。 You'll see。 Go on； aim carefully； right smack at that looking…glassfire！〃 Still somewhat doubting； Merton fired。 The mirror was shattered； but a dozen feet back of him the treacherous Mexican threw up his arms and fell lifeless； a bullet through his cowardly heart。 It was a puzzling bit of trick…work； he thought； but Baird of course would know what was right； so the puzzle was dismissed。 Buck Benson； silent man of the open； had got the scoundrel who would have played him false。
A thrilling struggle ensued between Merton and the hellhound of justice。 Perceiving who had slain his would…be informant； the detective came to confront Merton。 Snatching off his cap and mustache he stood revealed as the man who had not dared to arrest him at the scene of his crime。 With another swift movement he snatched away the mustache that had disguised his quarry。 Buck Benson； at bay； sprang like a tiger upon his antagonist。 They struggled while the excited cowboys surged about them。 The detective proved to be no match for Benson。 He was borne to earth； then raised aloft and hurled over the adjacent tables。
This bit of acting had involved a trick which was not obscure to Merton like his shot into the mirror that brought down a man back of him。 Moreover； it was a trick of which he approved。 When he bore the detective to earth the cameras halted their grinding while a dummy in the striking likeness of the detective was substituted。 It was a light affair； and he easily raised it for the final toss of triumph。
〃Throw it high as you can over those tables and toward the bar；〃 called Baird。 The figure was thrown as directed。
〃Fine work！ Now look up； as if he was still in the air； now down； now brush your left sleeve lightly with your right hand； now brush your right sleeve lightly with your left hand。
〃All rightcut。 Great； Merton！ If that don't get you a hand I don't know what will。 Now all outside for the horseback stuff！〃
Outside； the faithful cowboys leaped into their saddles and urged their beloved leader to do the same。 But he lingered beside his own horse； pleading with them to go ahead。 He must remain in the place of danger yet awhile for he had forgotten to bring out his old mother。 They besought him to let them bring her out； but he would not listen。 His alone was the task。
Reluctantly the cowboys galloped off。 As he turned to re…enter the dance…hall he was confronted by the detective； who held two frowning weapons upon him。 Benson was at last a prisoner。
The detective brutally ordered his quarry inside。 Benson； seeing he was beaten； made a manly plea that he might be let to bid his horse good…by。 The detective seemed moved。 He relented。 Benson went to his good old pal。
〃Here's your chance for a fine bit；〃 called Baird。 〃Give it to us now the way you did in that still。 Broaden it all you want to。 Go to it。〃
Well did Merton Gill know that here was his chance for a fine bit。 The horse was strangely like Dexter upon whom he had so often rehearsed this bit。 He was a bony； drooping； sad horse with a thin neck。 〃They're takin' ye frum me； old paltakin' ye frum me。 You an' me has seen some tough times an' I sort o' figgered we'd keep on together till the lastan' now they got me； old pal； takin' me far away where ye won't see me no more〃
〃Go to it； cowboytake all the footage you want！〃 called Baird in a curiously choked voice。
The actor took some more footage。 〃But we got to keep a stiff upper lip； old pal； you and me both。 No cryin'； no bustin' down。 We had out last gallop together； an' we're at the forkin' of th' trail。 So we got to be bravewe got to stand the gaff。〃
Benson released his old pal； stood erect； dashed a bit of moisture from his eyes； and turned to the waiting detective who； it seemed； had also been strangely moved during this affecting farewell。 Yet he had not forgotten his duty。 Benson was forced to march back into the Come All Ye Dance Hall。 As he went he was wishing that Baird would have him escape and flee on his old pal。
And Baird was a man who seemed to think of everything； or perhaps he had often seen the real Buck Benson's play； for it now appeared that everything was going to be as Merton Gill wished。 Baird had even contrived an escape that was highly spectacular。
Locked by the detective in an upper room； the prisoner went to the window and glanced out to find that his loyal horse was directly beneath him。 He would leap from the window； alight in the saddle after a twenty…foot drop； and be off over the border。 The window scene was shot； including a flash of the horse below。 The mechanics of the leap itself required more time。 Indeed； it took the better part of a morning to satisfy Baird that this thrilling exploit had been properly achieved。 From a lower window； quite like the high one； Merton leaped； but only to the ground a few feet below。
〃That's where we get your take…off；〃 Baird explained。
〃Now we get you lighting in the saddle。〃 This proved to be a more delicate bit of work。 From a platform built out just above the faithful horse Merton precariously scrambled down into the saddle。 He glanced anxiously at Baird； fearing he had not alighted properly after the supposed twenty…foot drop； but the manager appeared to be delighted with his prowess after the one rehearsal； and the scene was shot。
〃It's all jake；〃 Baird assured him。 〃Don't feel worried。 Of course we'll trick the bit where you hit the saddle； the camera'll look out for that。〃
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