"And I don't, either," said Nan, though she was not afraid. It was the noise for which she did not care. "Hi! That was a fine one!" cried Freddie, as one of the largest cannon fired a blank shot at a group of horse soldiers. "Please take me home!" sobbed Flossie, and there were tears in her blue eyes now. "Yes, we'll go home," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "You can play you are a nurse, Flossie, and take care of your doll. We'll leave the battle to the boys and men." "I can stay, can't I?" asked Freddie, who was delighted at the lively scene down below, and he jumped about in delight as cannon after cannon went off. "Yes, you may stay," said his father. "We'll look after him," he added to his wife. Freddie crowded up to where Bert and Harry were eagerly watching the sham battle, and stood between his brother and cousin. "Boom! Boom!" he cried. "I like this!" But little Flossie covered her ears with her hands and went on down the hill, toward the farmhouse, with her mother and aunt. Nan went with them also, as she said the firing made her head ache. CHAPTER XII THE BOBBSEYS ACT "Well, I guess the battle is over now," said Bert, after a while. The cannon had stopped firing, and the "soldiers" no longer "shot" at each other with their rifles. "See, the men on horses have captured the other men," spoke Harry. And he pointed to where the cavalry had surrounded a number of the foot soldiers, or infantry, as they are called, and were driving them over the fields toward some log cabins. "They must have built those log houses on purposes for the moving picture play," said Uncle Daniel. "For they weren't here the other day, when I was over in this valley." "Very likely they did," agreed Mr. Bobbsey. "It takes a great deal of work to make a moving picture play now-a-days, and often a company will build a whole house, only to set fire to it, or tear it down to make a good picture." "If they set a house on fire," broke in Freddie, "I could put it out with my fire engine, and I'd be in the movies then." "Oh, you and your fire engine!" laughed Bert, ruffling up his little brother's hair. "You think you can do anything with it." "Well, I stopped the turkey gobbler from eating up Snoop," Freddie cried. "Didn't I?" "So you did!" exclaimed Harry. "You and your fire engine are all right, Freddie." The soldiers who had fallen off their horses, or who had toppled over in the grass, to pretend that they were shot in battle, now got up--"coming to life," Bert called it. The battle scene was over, but the men were not yet done using the cameras, for they took them farther down the valley toward the log cabins. The soldiers were now grouped around these buildings, and Bert and Harry could see several ladies, in brightly colored dresses, mingled with the soldiers in uniform. "I wonder what they are doing now?" asked Bert. "Oh, taking a more peaceful scene for the movies," answered his father. "They have had enough of war, I guess."