He sat there dazed for a moment, his face being now curiously streaked, for some of the powdered carbon had rubbed off on the mule's neck. As for Hee-haw, he began quietly cropping the grass, as if he had done his part of the entertainment. "Oh, if I had only been able to get that on the film!" cried Russ, as he and the others ran up. "Maybe we can get him to do it over again, Mr. Pertell." "What--do that again! Never! I resign here and now!" exclaimed the actor. "I am through with the moving picture business forever!" But as he had often said that before, and as he was in the habit of resigning at least once every day, no one took him seriously. "Are you hurt, my dear sir?" asked the manager, solicitously, as he reached Mr. Bunn's side. "If I am not, it is not due to you," was the retort. "But I believe I have escaped with my life." He arose gingerly, and discovered that he had not even a scratch. The soft grass had saved him from everything but a jolt. "I never knew Hee-haw to act so before," said Sandy, as he came up and took charge of the mule. "Well, he'll never get the chance to act so with me again," declared Mr. Bunn, with great decision. "Now, as soon as I get this detestable black from my face, I am going to New York. I am through with moving pictures." Mr. Pertell did not attempt to argue with the actor, well knowing that the threat would not be carried out. Nor was it. A little later, when clothed in his accustomed garb, with his tall hat, which he seldom omitted from his costume, Mr. Bunn walked out, studying a new part that he was to take in the next play. But for several days after that, if anyone said "mule" to him, or even imitated the braying of that beast, Mr. Bunn scowled fiercely and strode off. In one of the scenes Mr. Pertell needed a number of farm hands to pose in the background, representing a scene in a wheat field, that was being mowed with the old fashioned scythes. Sandy undertook to get the characters, and a number of rather shy and awkward young men presented themselves at Oak Farm one morning. "Now we'll try this," said the manager, when all was in readiness. "You young farmers are supposed to be working in the wheat field. Just act naturally--as if you were working. Don't pay any attention to the camera. Talk among yourselves, and swing your scythes. My actors will do the main work in front of you. But I want a truly artistic background for the film. "Now, Mr. Sneed, you and Miss Pennington are the main characters in this scene. You, Mr. Sneed, are supposed to be one of the reapers, and Miss Pennington comes out to bring the workers a jug of lemonade. She also has a letter for you to read. You lean on your scythe as you read it--you know, a nice, graceful pose." "I know," answered the actor. "And you, Miss Pennington, you are supposed to be in love with one of the young farmers." "Me! Me!" cried several of the lads Sandy had engaged.