"That would suit Flossie," remarked Uncle Daniel with a laugh. The valley was now quiet, but over it hung a cloud of smoke from the cannon. The wind was, however, blowing the smoke away. "Can we go up to the log cabins and watch them make more pictures, father?" asked Bert. "Well, yes, I guess so; if you don't get in the way of the cameras. Do you want to come?" asked Mr. Bobbsey of Uncle Daniel. "You don't often get a chance to see moving pictures out here, I guess. Better come." "No, not now, thank you," was the answer, "I must get back and look after my tomatoes. They need to be picked. But you can go on with the boys." So Mr. Bobbsey took Bert and Harry up to where other moving pictures were being made. The boys did not understand all that was being done, but they watched eagerly just the same. They saw men and soldiers talking to the ladies, who were members of the moving picture company. Then they saw soldiers, who pretended to have been hurt in the sham-battle, being put on cots, and bandaged up. "This is a make-believe hospital," Mr. Bobbsey explained to the boys. "They want it to look as natural as possible, you see." The boys watched while "doctors" went among the "wounded," giving them "medicine," all make-believe, of course. Then one of the ladies, dressed as a nurse, came through the rows of cots which were placed in the open air, under some trees. "How do you like it?" asked one of the moving picture men of Mr. Bobbsey, coming over to where Bert's father was standing. The man had been turning the crank of one of the cameras, but, just then, he had nothing to do. "It is very interesting," said Mr. Bobbsey. "We heard your firing and came over to look on. Are you going to be here long?" "Only a few days. But there will be no more battle pictures. They cost too much money to make. The rest of the scenes will be more peaceful." "That would suit my little girl," said Mr. Bobbsey, with a laugh. "She didn't like the cannon and guns." "Oh, have you a little girl?" asked the moving picture man, who seemed to be one of those in charge of the actors and actresses. "Yes, I have a little girl," Mr. Bobbsey replied. "And these two boys?" asked the camera man. "No, only one of the boys is mine," and Bert's father nodded at his son. "The other is my nephew." "Do you live around here?" the man went on. "Excuse my asking you so many questions," he continued. "My name is Weston, and I have charge of making these moving pictures. We need some children to take small parts in one of the scenes, and, as we have no little ones in our company, I was wondering whether we could not get some country boys and girls to pose for us, or, rather, act for us, for we want them to move, not to just stand still. And I thought if you lived around here," he said to Mr. Bobbsey, "you might know where we could borrow a dozen children for an hour or so."