"--Must run a regular muck. Yes, if you should ask me, one of the worst mucks ever I have seen in my whole life," continued Mr. Lobel. "And you it was, Gillespie, that stood right here in this office only last Toosday of this week and promised me you should keep down expensives. Who's a man going to believe in this picture business? I ask you!" "What of it?" said Gillespie. "It was worth a little money to let the old laddy-boy get the smoke of battle in his nose once more before he dies and have a thrill. I didn't think so awhile ago when he was rampaging through that flock of extras, but I'm beginning to think so now. We'll tell him he's just a trifle too notionate for this game and pay him off--with a wee something on the side for a bonus. If you won't do it I'll do it myself out of my own pocket. And then we'll ship him back to that sleepy little town where he came from. Anyhow, it's not a total loss, Lobel, remember that. We're going to salvage something out of the wreck. And we owe the old boy for that." "What do you mean, salve something out of it?" inquired Mr. Lobel. "We grab off that little Clayton girl--the one I tried out in those interior shots yesterday. She's got it in her, that kid has. I don't mean brains, although at that I guess she's about as smart as the average fluffy-head that's doing ingénues along this coast. But she's got the stuff in her to put it over. Tell her a thing once and she's got it. And she screens well. And she's naturally camera-wise. She'll go a good way, I predict. And if it hadn't been for the old man we wouldn't have her. He practically rammed her down my throat. It seems she's his cousin, eight or ten times removed, and nothing would do him but that I must hitch her onto the payroll. To get him in the proper humor I had to take her on. But now I'm glad of it. I'll be wanting a little contract soon for this Clayton, Lobel, so we'll have her tied up before somebody else begins to want her. Because, sooner or later, somebody else will." * * * * * Traffic swirled past the two Southerners where they stood in a side eddy in the train shed. They were saying good-by, and now all at once the girl felt a curious weakness in her knees as though she were losing a dependable prop.