as only to
stand to one side and watch, anyway. But Wonota asked:

"Oh! we don't have to do this right out here in public, do we, Miss
Fielding?"

"You do," laughed her friend. "Why, the people on the street help make
the picture seem reasonable and natural. You need not be frightened."

"But, shall I have to be in that half-Indian costume Mr. Hammond told me
to wear? What will people say--or think?"

Ruth was amused. "That's the picture. You will see some of the
characters in stranger garments than those of yours before we have
finished. And, anyway, in New York you often see the most outlandish
costumes on people--Turks in their national dress, Hindoos with turbans
and robes, Japanese and Chinese women dressed in the silks and brocades
of their lands. Oh, don't worry about bead-trimmed leggings and a few
feathers. And your skirt in that costume is nowhere near as short as
those worn by three-fourths of the girls you will see."

Aside from Wonota herself, there were few of the characters of the
picture of "Brighteyes" appearing in the scenes at this point. Mr.
Hammond had obtained a police permit of course, and the traffic officers
and some other policemen in the neighborhood took an interest in the
affair.

Traffic was held back at a certain point for a few moments so that there
would not be too many people in the scene. Wonota could not be hidden.
Ruth stood in the street watching the arrangements by the director and
his assistants. Two films are always made at the same time, and the two
camera men had got into position and had measured with their tapes the
field of the picture to be taken.

Ruth had noticed an automobile stopped by the police on the other side
of the cross street. She even was aware that two men in it were not
dressed like ordinary city men. They had broad-brimmed hats on their
heads.

But she really gave the car but a momentary glance. Wonota took up her
closest attention. The Indian girl crossed and recrossed the field of
the camera until she satisfied the director that her gait and facial
expression was exactly what he wanted.

"All right!" he said through his megaphone. "Camera! Go!"

And at that very moment, and against the commanding gesture of the
policeman governing the traffic, the car Ruth had so briefly noticed
started forward, swerved into the avenue, and ran straight at Ruth as
though to run her down!

CHAPTER XI

EVADING THE TRAFFIC POLICE

Ruth had turned her