IN THE OPEN
Thundering over the ground, the frightened cattle rushed on. After them
came the cowboys, determined, at whatever cost, to turn the steers away
from the little hill on which stood the four girls, clinging together,
and in fear of their lives. For certainly it would be the end of life to
fall beneath the hoofs of those on-rushing beasts.
"I can't understand what happened!" exclaimed Mr. Norton, as he rode on.
"Those steers had all quieted down, when all of a sudden they started up
again. Something must have happened."
He glanced over toward the mound. The cattle were still headed toward
it. Would the cowboys be able to turn them aside in time?
"Head 'em off!"
"Shoot at 'em!"
"Head 'em away from that mound!"
Thus cried the cowboys as they raced to the rescue. They were at rather
a disadvantage, for their horses were winded and exhausted from the
previous rushes to stop the pretended stampede, and now, when all their
energies were needed to end a real one, the animals were not equal to
the demand.
"Do you think they can stop 'em?" asked Russ of a passing cowboy. The
young operator was still at his camera, but he was not going to take any
pictures if Ruth, Alice and the others were really in danger.
"Of course we'll stop 'em!" cried the cowboy, with supreme confidence in
his ability and that of his companions.
"Then I might as well get a film of this," decided Russ. "It would be a
pity to let a real stampede get away from me. I can cut out some of the
other pictures."
He ran to where he had left a spare camera and soon was grinding away at
the handle, making views of a real and dangerous stampede.
"Oh, what shall we do?" gasped Alice, as she clung to her sister on the
mound of safety.
"We can't do anything," answered Alice, solemnly--"except to wait. They
may divide and pass to either side of us. I've read of such things
happening."
"Oh, if they come any nearer I'll faint--I know I shall!" murmured Miss
Dixon.
"That's the surest way to be trampled on," remarked Alice, calmly.
"Just faint, and fall down and----"
She paused significantly.
"I sha'n't do anything of the kind!" cried the other actress with more
spirit. "I won't do it just because you want me to! There!"
It was a silly thing to say, but then, she was half-hysterical. In fact,
all four were.
"That's what I wanted to do--rouse her up," observed Alice to her
sister. "It's our only safety--to remain upright. And we might try to
frighten the cattle."
"How?" asked Ruth.
"Let's shout and yell--and wave things at them. We've got parasols.
Let's wave them--open and shut them quickly. That will make flashes of
color, and it may frighten the steers. Come on, girls--it's worth
trying!"
The others fell in with her plan at once, and the spectacle was
presented of four young ladies, perched on a hill, toward which a
thousand or more steers were rushing, waving their parasols, opening and
shutting them and yelling at the top of their voices.
"Are--are they stopping any?" asked Miss Pennington, anxiously.
"I--I'm afraid not," faltered Alice.
And then, just in the nick of time, there came riding around one side
of the stampeding cattle a group of the Rocky Ranch cowboys. They had
succeeded in reaching the head of the bunch of steers, and now had a
chance to turn the excited cattle to one side--to mill them again.
"Hi--yi!" yelled the cowboys.
"Hi--yi!"
Bang! Bang! boomed the revolvers.
"Shoot right in their faces!" cried Buster Jones, as he fired point
blank at the steers.
Most of the cowboys had blank cartridges in their pistols for the
purpose of making a noise. But others had real bullets, and with these
some of the wildest of the steers were killed. It was absolutely
necessary to do this to stop the rush.
And this was just what was needed, for the fallen cattle tripped up
others and soon there was a mound of the living bodies on the ground,
offering an effectual barrier to those behind.
The cattle were now almost at the hill where the four young ladies stood
in fear and trembling, but with the advent of the cowboys new hope had
come to them.
"Now we're all right!" cried Alice, joyfully.
"How do you know?" Miss Pennington wanted to know.
"You'll see. They'll stop the stampede," was the confident answer.
And this was done. With the piling up of some of the steers into an
almost inextricable mass, and the dividing of the other bunch just as
they reached the foot of the mound, the danger to the girls was over.
In two streams of living animals the steers passed on either side of the
little hill, and after running a short distance farther they came to a
halt, being taken in charge by other cowboys who rode up from the rear
on fresh horses.
Other horses were brought up for the girls to ride, as they were too
weak and "trembly" to walk. Besides, it is always safer to be in the
saddle among the lot of Western steers.
"Oh, what a narrow escape!" panted Miss Dixon.
"It was," agreed Alice. "But it shows you what cowboys can do! It was
just splendid!" she cried to Baldy Johnson, who was riding beside her.
"Glad you liked it, Miss," he responded, breathing hard, "but it was
rather hot work all around."
"You're not hurt; are you, girls?" cried Mr. DeVere as he came up to
them, having had no part in the drama, but having heard in the ranch
house of the real stampede.
"Not a bit, Daddy!" answered Alice. "I don't believe the steers would
have trampled us anyhow."
"Well," remarked Baldy, slowly. "I don't want to scare you; but for a
minute there I thought it was all up with you--I did for a fact."
"Some stampede!" cried Paul, as he rode up, looking almost like a cowboy
himself.
"And some film!" laughed Russ, delighted that he had gotten one of the
real stampede, now that his friends were out of danger.
"But I can't understand it," said Mr. Norton. "What started the cattle
off the second time? They were really frightened at something."
"Did you see those men over that way?" asked the ranch owner, pointing
in the direction where he had observed the retreating cowboy band.
"I saw 'em," admitted Pete, "but I thought they were some of our boys
that you'd sent up to the North pasture."
"They weren't from Rocky Ranch!" declared the owner of the Circle Dot
outfit.
"Well, if they were strange punchers, maybe they frightened our steers,"
suggested Baldy.
"They might have," admitted Mr. Norton. "But I was thinking that perhaps
they were rustlers, trying to ride off a bunch, and they became
frightened when they saw us all on hand."
"It might be," admitted Pete Batso. "I'll have a look around after we
get the critters in the corral."
Ruth and Alice, as well as Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon, were so
nervous and upset that it was thought advisable not to attempt any more
pictures that day.
Most of the members of the Comet Film Company sat about the ranch house,
talking over recent events, or studying parts for new plays. Some of the
cowboys went off on the trail, trying to find traces of the strange men,
but they returned unsuccessful.
The next days were spent in getting simple scenes about Rocky Ranch, no
very hard work being done. These scenes would afterward be interspersed
with more elaborate ones.
When moving picture films are made, it is usual to photograph all the
scenes of one kind first, whether or not they come in sequence. Thus, if
one scene shows action taking place in a parlor, and the next scene
calls for something going on out on the lawn, and the third scene is
aboard a steamboat, while the fourth one is back in the parlor, the two
parlor scenes will be taken one after the other, on the same film, at
the same time, regardless of the fact that something came in between.
Later on the outdoor scenes will be made, all at once. Then, when the
film is developed and printed it is cut and fastened together to show
the scenes in the order called for in the scenario.
Thus it was planned to make all the simple scenes around the ranch house
first, and later to film a number of more important ones out in the
open.
"We're going to rough it for a while," announced Mr. Pertell to his
company one evening.
"Rough it!" cried Miss Pennington. "Have we done anything else since we
left New York, pray?"
"Well, we're going to rough it more roughly then," went on the manager,
with a smile. "I am going to have a series of films showing the life of
the cowboys when off on the round-up. I want some of you in the scenes
also, so I shall take most of you along.
"We will go into the open, and live out of doors. We will take along a
'grub wagon,' and other wagons for sleeping quarters for the ladies.
There will be as many comforts as is possible to take, but I am sure you
will all enjoy it so much you will not mind the discomfort. We will
sleep out under the stars, and it will do you all good."
"I'm sure it's doing me good out here," said Mr. DeVere. "My throat is
much better."
"Glad to hear it," the manager responded. "Yes, we will live out of
doors for perhaps a week--camping, so to speak; but on the move most of
the time. And that will bring our stay at Rocky Ranch to a close. But
there will be plenty to do before then," he added quickly, as he saw the
look of disappointment on the face of Alice.
"Oh, I like it too much here to leave," she said. In fact Alice seemed
to like every place. She could make herself at home anywhere.
Plans were made the next day, and nearly all the members of the company,
save Mrs. Maguire and the two children, were to go on the trip across
the prairies.
Big wagons, of the old-fashioned "prairie schooner" type, were made
ready. In these the ladies would live when they were not in the saddle.
There was also a "grub" wagon, in which food would be carried. It
contained a small stove so that better meals could be prepared than
would be possible over a campfire.
Then with plenty of spare horses, and with the camera and a good supply
of film, the moving picture company and several cowboys set off one
morning over the rolling plains.
Many scenes were filmed, some of them most excellent. It was not all
easy going, for often there would be failures and the work would have to
be done all over again. But no one grumbled, and really the life was a
happy one. Even Mr. Sneed seemed to enjoy himself, and the former
vaudeville actresses condescended to say it was "interesting."
One day an important film had been made and the work involved was so
hard that everyone was glad to go to their "bunks" early. Mr. Pertell,
Russ and Mr. DeVere occupied a large tent near the wagons where the
ladies had their quarters.
There was some little disturbance during the night, caused by one of the
dogs barking, but the cowboys who roused to look about could find
nothing wrong. But in the morning when Russ went to prepare his camera
for that day's work he uttered an exclamation of dismay.
"What's the matter?" asked Mr. Pertell.
"That big reel I took yesterday, and which I put in the light-tight box
for safe keeping, is gone!" cried the young operator.