we could get in one of the scenes tomorrow?" she asked
Janet. "Surely you or Helen could get the director to use us just a
little bit."

Janet was dubious. It was the last day at the ranch and there would be
much to be done. Billy Fenstow would be in no mood for trifles such as
working friends into scenes.

"If it wasn't the last day I think it could be arranged," put in Helen,
"but I'd hate to ask Mr. Fenstow to do it under the circumstances."

Margie pouted visibly and Cora, always arrogant, flared up.

"Oh, of course you won't. Just because your father's a director and they
have to put you in pictures you won't say a good word for anyone else.
How do we know you're even in this company?"

"You'll have to take our word for it until you see the picture on the
screen," retorted Helen.

Janet could understand the tremendous desire of Cora and Margie to
appear in a scene. It was the most natural thing in the world and she
felt just a little sorry for them.

"I'll speak to Mr. Fenstow in the morning," she promised. "If he's in a
good mood he may find a spot for you, but if he's grouchy he'll probably
order you away from the place."

"How do you know when he's grouchy?" asked Margie.

"You don't until after you've asked him," replied Janet, with a thin
smile.

Cora and Margie exhibited a tremendous curiosity, asking questions about
everything and from almost everyone, Cora especially plaguing Curt
Newsom, until the tall cowboy star finally found an excuse to escape
from her constant barrage.

It was late when they went to bed and Janet and Helen, sleeping in a
narrow, single bed, did not rest well. They were awake at dawn, both of
them feeling tired and worn.

Cora and Margie, imbued with the excitement of actually being with a
movie company, appeared as vivacious as ever.

At breakfast Billy Fenstow outlined plans for the final day's shooting.

"We've got one more scene to take in the village," he explained. "It's a
shot of a group of townspeople watching the arrival of Curt and the
rustlers he has captured."

Impetuous Cora Dean broke in.

"May Margie and I get in the crowd scene?" she asked eagerly.

A frown appeared on Billy Fenstow's usually bland face, for he disliked
greatly being interrupted when he was outlining his plans to his
company.

"We'll see about it later," he said curtly, and continued with his
explanation.

After breakfast Cora faced Janet.

"Too bad you couldn't have said a go