"I--I protest! I shall not permit----" began Wellington Bunn, but again he was silenced by the volume of water in his mouth. He waved his arms about wildly. He took off his silk hat, probably intending to protect it, but Mr. Switzer had now fully entered into the spirit of the affair, and sent a stream into the hat, filling it as he would a pail. "Oh, this is awful! This is terrible! I must protest----" Swish! went the water into his mouth again, and his protest was silenced. "Go on!" encouraged Mr. Pertell. "This is great! This will make a fine comic film. Soak him thoroughly, Switzer." "Oh, yah! Sure, I soak him goot!" "And you, Mr. Bunn! Don't get so far over. You'll get out of range of the camera. Can you film him, Russ?" "Surely. I'm getting every bit of it." "That's right! We need every move. A little more life in it, Mr. Bunn! Act as though you didn't like to be soaked!" "Like it! Of course I don't like it!" cried the actor. "I--hate it! And my hat--my silk hat----" Again the relentless stream of water stopped him. "I'll buy you a new hat!" promised Mr. Pertell, choking with laughter. "This is worth it! Lively, Mr. Bunn! Jump around a little. Switzer, don't miss him, but don't wet the camera. And that dog! Get him in it, too!" "Vot! Maybe he bites my legs yet already!" objected the German. "I likes not dot beast! Und my legs----" "Oh, I'll get a doctor if he bites you!" promised the manager. "See him get into the action! This will be a great picture. I'll have to get a story that it will fit in." But at last even the enthusiastic manager was satisfied with the water scene, and he allowed the almost exhausted Mr. Bunn a rest. "Look at me--look at me!" groaned the actor, as he gazed down at his suit, which dripped water at every point. "Wait now; don't go away!" objected Mr. Pertell. "I want to get you in another scene now. Come around to the barn." "What! Film me in this water-soaked suit!" protested Mr. Bunn. "Certainly. I am going to make a whole reel of you." "But my hat! Look at my hat! Ruined! Utterly ruined!" "All the better. I want you in the character of a broken-down actor now, and you wouldn't look the part with a new and shiny tile. Put a couple of dents in it, Mr. Bunn!" "Oh, you are heartless! Heartless!" cried the actor, as he completed the demolition of his cherished headpiece. "Isn't it killing, Ruth?" asked Alice, who had come out with her sister to see the fun. "Funny, yes. But I feel rather sorry for Mr. Bunn." "Oh, he's getting paid for it. And it's so warm to-day that I almost wish Mr. Switzer would turn the hose on me!" "Alice DeVere!" "Well, I do! It is very warm. It must be terrible in the city. Come on out to the barn, and let's see what the next act will be."