"Yes, we are going to make a big three-reel play, called 'East and West,' and while some of the scenes will be laid in New York, the main ones will be filmed out beyond the Mississippi. One of the most important New York scenes has already been made. It was this one which was being tested when Wilson went in there. Had he seen it all he might have guessed at the rest of our plans and our rivals, the International people, would have been able to get ahead of us. They are always on the alert to take the ideas of other concerns. But I think I'll beat them this time." "So we are to go West; eh?" queried Mr. DeVere. "Yes, out on what prairies are left, in some rather wild sections, and I think we will make the best views we have yet had," responded Mr. Pertell. "Now, if you please, ladies and gentlemen, take your places, and go on with your acts. I am sorry this interruption distracted you." CHAPTER III A DARING FEAT "Oh, Ruth, did you hear? We are to go out West!" "Are you glad, Alice?" "Indeed I am. Why, we can see Indians and cowboys, and ride bucking broncos and all that. Oh, it's perfectly delightful!" and Alice, who had been taking down her jacket, held it in her arms, as one might clasp a dancing partner, and swept about the now almost deserted studio in a hesitation waltz. "Can't I come in on that?" cried Paul Ardite, as he began to whistle, keeping time with Alice's steps. "No, indeed, I'm too tired," she answered, with a laugh. "Oh, but to think of going West! I've always wanted to!" "Alice always says that, whenever a new location is decided on," observed Ruth, with a quiet smile. The work of the day was over, and most of the players had gone home. Ruth and Alice were waiting for their father, who was in Mr. Pertell's office. They had intended going shopping, thinking Mr. DeVere would be detained, but he had said he would be with them directly. And the two girls had brought up the subject of the new line of work, broached by Mr. Pertell in mentioning the matter of the spy. "I hope nothing comes of that incident," said Mr. DeVere, as he came from the manager's office, while Ruth and Alice finished their preparations for the street. "I hope not, either," returned the manager, slipping into his coat, for, like many busy men, he worked best in his shirt sleeves. "Yet I don't like it, and I am frank to confess that the International concern has more than once tried to get the best of me by underhand work. I don't like it. I must keep track of that Wilson. Good night, ladies. Good night, Mr. DeVere." The good nights were returned and then the two girls, with their father, Russ and Paul, went out. "That was an unfortunate occurrence," remarked Mr. DeVere. "Oh, Daddy! How hoarse you are!" exclaimed Ruth, laying a daintily-gloved hand on his shoulder. "You must use your throat spray as soon as you get home."