“I see; it wouldn’t be the way it was with Baxter when you found it out.” “No; you--you’re different. I don’t want you to get killed,” he added, rather blankly. He was still amazed at this discovery. “All right, Kid. I won’t,” she replied soothingly. “I’ll like you just as much,” he again assured her, “no matter how many doubles you have.” “Well, you’ll be having doubles yourself, sooner or later--and I’ll like you, too.” She reached over to his hand, but this time she held it. He returned her strong clasp. He had not liked to think of her being mangled perhaps by a fall into a quarry when the cable gave way--and the camera men would probably keep on turning! “I always been funny about men,” she presently spoke again, still gripping his hand. “Lord knows I’ve seen enough of all kinds, bad and good, but I always been kind of afraid even of the good ones. Any one might not think it, but I guess I’m just natural-born shy. Man-shy, anyway.” He glowed with a confession of his own. “You know, I’m that way, too. Girl-shy. I felt awful awkward when I had to kiss you in the other piece. I never did, really--” He floundered a moment, but was presently blurting out the meagre details of that early amour with Edwina May Pulver. He stopped this recital in a sudden panic fear that the girl would make fun of him. He was immensely relieved when she merely renewed the strength of the handclasp. “I know. That’s the way with me. Of course I can put over the acting stuff, even vamping, but I’m afraid of men off-stage. Say, would you believe it, I ain’t ever had but one beau. That was Bert Stacy. Poor old Bert! He was lots older than me; about thirty, I guess. He was white all through. You always kind of remind me of him. Sort of a feckless dub he was, too; kind of honest and awkward--you know. He was the one got me doing stunts. He wasn’t afraid of anything. Didn’t know it was even in the dictionary. That old scout would go out night or day and break everything but his contract. I was twelve when I first knew him and he had me doing twisters in no time. I caught on to the other stuff pretty good. I wasn’t afraid, either, I’ll say that for myself. First I was afraid to show him I was afraid, but pretty soon I wasn’t afraid at all. “We pulled off a lot of stuff for different people. And of course I got to be a big girl and three years ago when I was eighteen Bert wanted us to be married and I thought I might as well. He was the only one I hadn’t been afraid of. So we got engaged. I was still kind of afraid to marry any one, but being engaged was all right. I know we’d got along together, too, but then he got his with a motorcycle.