utdoor pageant like this. The detail
must be done over and over again before the cranks of the cameras are
turned. It was almost noon before Mr. Hooley dared tell the camera men to
"shoot the scene."

The flag-decorated barge bearing the Frenchmen to the rocky shore moved
forward into focus in a stately way, while the Indians gathered in a
spectacular group on the sloping shore--tier upon tier of dark faces,
wearing nodding feather head-dresses, blankets, deerskin leggings, and
other garments of Indian manufacture--all grouped to make a brilliant
spectacle.

Totantora, a commanding figure, and his daughter as _White Fawn_, the
demure yet dominant princess of the Hurons, stood forth from the
background of the other Indians in a graceful picture. Helen was
delighted and could not help shouting to the Osage girl that she was
"great"--a remark which elicited a frown from the director and an
admonition from Ruth.

Behind the grouped Indians was the greenery of the primeval forest with
which this rocky island seemed to be covered. The cameras whirred while
the barge containing the actors representing the Frenchmen pushed close
into the shore and the whites landed.

A boy carried ashore the great cross, and with him came a soldier bearing
the lilies of France, the standard of which he sank into the turf. The
detail of costume and armament had been carefully searched out by Ruth
herself, and the properties were exact. She was sure that this part of
the picture at least could not be criticised but to be praised.

It was three o'clock before the party disembarked and went back to the
camp for a delayed lunch. The remainder of the afternoon was devoted to
the taking of several "close-ups" and an interior scene that had been
built on the island rather than in the city studio of the Alectrion Film
Corporation.

The films taken earlier in the day were developed, and that evening after
dinner Ruth and Helen joined Mr. Hammond and Mr. Hooley in the projection
room to see a "run" of the strip taken at the island where the Frenchmen
landed.

"Do you know that that island is the one we landed on ourselves the other
evening, Ruth?" Helen remarked, as they took their seats and waited in
the darkness for the operator to project the new film.

"Do you mean it? I did not notice. The island where I met that strange
old man?"

"The pirate--yes," giggled Helen. "Only we went ashore at the far end of
it."

"I never thought of it--or