e, working a moving picture machine in one of the courts!" and he
laughed at the idea.

"Perhaps you won't have to go to that end," suggested Ruth.

"No, we may be able to give Merley a hint that he had better not keep on
with the suit," Mr. DeVere said. "Well, Russ, I wish you luck."

A little later all the members of the company had heard of Russ's plan
and Mr. Pertell said that as soon as the big drama was finished Russ
could have as much time as he wanted to try and get a moving picture
film of Merley.

"I'll have to go over to that cabin, and sort of size up the situation,"
Russ decided. "I want to get the lay of the land, and pick out the best
spot to plant my camera. I suppose it will have to be behind a clump of
bushes."

"Oh, no! I know the very place for you!" cried Ruth.

"Where?" he asked.

"In the second, or small cabin. You can hide yourself there and focus
your camera through the window. Then you can film him without him seeing
you."

"Good!" cried Russ. "That will be the very thing!"

As Russ had said, the next day was a very busy one for him, and all the
members of the company. Several important scenes in the big drama were
made. A few of them were interiors, in the barn or in the living room
of Elk Lodge, and for this the players were thankful, for the weather
had turned cold, and it was disagreeable outdoors.

Still, some snow scenes were needed, and the work had to go on. Russ had
one of his hands slightly frost-bitten using it without a glove to make
some adjustments to his camera, and the tips of Mr. Sneed's ears were
nipped with the cold.

This happened when the actor was doing a little bit which called for him
to shovel a supposedly lost and frozen person out of a snow bank. Of
course a "dummy" was put under the snow, and the real person, (in this
case Mr. Bunn,) acted up to the time of the snow burial. Then a clever
substitution was made and the film was exposed again. This is often done
to get trick pictures.

Mr. Sneed was shoveling away at the snow bank. His ears had been very
cold, but suddenly seemed to have lost all feeling. He was rather
surprised, then, when the act was over, to have Mr. Switzer rush up to
him with a handful of snow and hold some over each ear.

"Here! Quit that! What do you mean?" cried the grouchy actor.

"I got to do it alretty yet!" exclaimed the German.

"Quit it! Stop it!"

"No, I stops not until I haf der cold drawed out of your ears. They are