ourself, Alec," he said. "Hold yourself steady, or
else you'll be making some fearful blunder, and spoiling the best
chance you ever had to get a prize picture. Now they are starting
in again, you see!"

Every one of the five scouts was straining his eyesight to the extreme
limit in the, endeavor not to lose the slightest incident. Never
before had such a glorious opportunity come to any of their kind to
actually watch how those astonishing scenes of olden times were taken
by the motion-picture players; and they did not want to miss any part
of it.

Again did the great noise break forth as the valiant assailants commenced
their new attack upon the apparently impregnable walls of the ancient
castle, so gallantly defended by the occupants.

This small army of players had descended on the region like a flood
of seventeen-year locusts. An hour or two before and there had apparently
not been a living thing in the neighborhood of the mansion, and now
it was the centre of a swarming horde of earnest workers, each trying
to earn his salary as best he knew how, both by shouting, and also
fighting in yeoman style.

"Oh! why can't we get closer than this, Hugh?" begged Alec, after
he had taken another snap at the animated spectacle that would later
on thrill many a boyish heart in the way of a picture, and also cause
a feeling of envy to arise because a cruel fate had prevented them
from participating in the wonderful adventure.

"Nothing to hinder that I can see," he was told. "Fact is, I was going
to suggest that same thing myself. So let's get a move on, fellows."

Eagerly they kept pace with Hugh as he started to run toward the castle.
It would be a shame not to take full advantage of the golden opportunity
offered them to get in close touch with these motion-picture actors
who, unaware of the fact that they had a small and select audience
in the way of Boy Scouts, were each and every one working like troopers
to fulfill their difficult duties.

Alec kept close "tabs" on what was going on ahead presently, possibly
fearing that the excited, fat manager, who was dancing up and down,
mopping his forehead with a red bandanna with one hand, and waving
the megaphone with the other when not shouting through the same, might
call the scene off, the boy stopped short, focussed again on the amazing
picture, and got another snap-shot at closer range.

In this fashion the runners managed to come close up before there
was a