tor.
"We'll have you out in no time!"

"Shall I get this?" cried Russ, who had not deserted his camera, even as
a gunner will not leave his cannon, nor a captain his ship. More than
once brave moving picture operators have stood in the face of danger to
get rare views.

"Yes, get every motion of it!" cried the manager.

"But it isn't in the play!"

"I don't care! We'll write it in afterward. You get the pictures and
we'll rescue Mr. Sneed. Hi, there, Mr. Bunn, you must help with this.
Get some fence rails! We can slide them out on the ice and they will
distribute the weight so that the ice will hold us."

"But where will I get fence rails?" asked the actor.

"Oh, gnaw them out of a tree!" cried Mr. Pertell, who was much disturbed
and nervous. "Don't you see that fence?" he cried, pointing to one not
far off. "Get some rails from that. And then get in the picture!"

"Oh, such a life!" groaned Mr. Bunn.

"This is to save a life!" the manager reminded him.

And while Russ continued to make moving pictures of the unexpected
scene, the others set about the work of rescue. Later this could be
interpolated in the drama to make it appear as though it had all been
arranged in advance.

"Hurry with those rails!" called Mr. Pertell to Mr. Bunn. "He can't stay
in that icy water forever."

Some of the men who had been working at removing the snow now came up
with ropes and trace chains. Then, when the rails were spread out on the
ice, near the air hole, the rescuers were able to get near enough to
throw the ends of several lines to Mr. Sneed. He managed to grasp one,
and, a moment later was hauled out on the ice.

"I--I--I'm c-c-c-cold!" he stammered, as he stood with the icy water
dripping from him.

"Shouldn't wonder but what you were," agreed Mr. Pertell. "Now the thing
for you to do is to run to the Lodge as fast as you can. Here, Mr. Bunn,
you and Paul run alongside him, with a hold on either arm. We'll call
this film 'A Modern Pickwick,' instead of what we planned. In Dickens'
story there's a scene somewhat like this. We'll change the whole thing
about.

"Russ, you go on ahead, and when Paul and Mr. Bunn come along with Mr.
Sneed, you get them as they run."

"All right," assented the young moving picture operator, as he kept on
grinding away at the crank.

Exercise was the best thing to restore the circulation of the actor who
had fallen into the water, and he soon had plenty of it. With Paul on
one side,