he whole affair, when
the castle walls were actually carried by the energetic horde pushing
against them.

More wildly than ever waved those frantic appeals for "help" from
the narrow window slits in the tower room. The "fair lady" was apparently
doing everything in her power to encourage her knight and his followers
to renewed efforts in her behalf.

Of course, it was a foregone conclusion that the gallants who were
doing the assaulting would be victorious in the end. Motion-picture
patrons differ from those who attend the grand opera, since they will
not stand to have their drama turn out disagreeably. Right must always
triumph over might, regardless of how it actually happens in real life;
and the villainous knight was sure to be punished as soon as the heroic
leader of the attacking party could force an entrance to the castle,
and chase after him to the tower room.

Hugh drew a long breath.

Just as the sagacious Monkey had declared at the top of his voice, the
finish was close at hand now. At any second Hugh expected to hear the
volley of shots from the stage director's weapon sounding high above
the clamor. Indeed, much of the racket had died down, showing that
the actors themselves were looking for it, and did not want to do
anything to smother the welcome sound that would mean their release
from further toil and turmoil, for the moment, at least.

All this while the operator was grinding away assiduously. He knew
his duty was to get down everything that happened regardless of what
his judgment might be. If certain sections of the film proved
objectionable from any cause it would be an easy matter to eliminate
that part; whereas nothing new could be supplied without going over
the whole scene again at tremendous cost of energy.

It was certainly an education for Hugh. He had never dreamed that such
a splendid chance would come his way, allowing him to learn just how
motion pictures were made. Truly, the wonderful good luck that had
been the portion of himself and comrades for so long a period seemed
to still follow their footsteps, as one of the boys had only recently
declared.

And just then the shrill voice of Monkey Stallings rang out again, this
time with a note of genuine alarm pervading its tones.

"Look, oh, look!" was what he shrieked, excitedly; "that wall is sure
going to collapse right down on those men! That's real, not
make-believe! Oh, Hugh, can't something be done to warn the p