"Oh, yes, I hat a leetle--yust enough to know der taste of it," agreed the German, with a genial smile. "But I ain't really hat vot you could call a meal of it." "You're like a man I heard of," said Russ, joining in the talk. "He was a German farmer, I guess, and when his neighbor asked him if he was putting away any sauerkraut that season the German answered: 'No, ve ain't put none down to speak of dis season. Only yust seven or eight barrels in case of sickness!'" "Goot! Goot! Dot vos a real German!" laughed Mr. Switzer. There was sauerkraut for supper that night, and the German actor certainly ate enough to ward off any possible illness. And, in spite of the rather homely character of the hotel, the meal was an excellent one, and the moving picture players were more comfortable in the matter of rooms than they had expected. About the only ones to find fault were Miss Pennington, Miss Dixon, and Mr. Sneed. But they would have had some objection to offer in almost any place, so it did not much matter. Plans were made for taking a train early next morning, to continue on out West, but something occurred to delay matters, though it resulted in the making of an excellent film. It was just before everyone was ready for breakfast when Ruth, thinking she heard her sister's knock sharply on the door, opened it. Instead of confronting Alice, Ruth jumped back in terror as she saw a bear standing upright in the hall opposite her door. "Oh! Oh!" she screamed as the beast put out his red tongue. "Help! A bear! A bear!" and she slammed her door shut with such energy that she knocked a picture from the wall. Ruth shot home the bolt, and then, in a frenzy of fear, pulled the washstand against the door. "What is it? Oh, what is it?" cried Alice from her apartment across the corridor. "What is it, Ruth?" for she had heard her sister's frantic appeal, though not catching the words. "Don't open your door! Don't open you door!" begged Ruth. "There's a bear in the hall!" "A bear?" "Yes, a great big one!" But in spite of this Alice did open her door a little. She closed it quickly enough, however, at the sight of the shaggy brown creature and, pounding on the door of her father's room, which connected with hers, she cried; "Daddy, get help, quick! There's a bear in the hall!" There was a speaking tube from the actor's apartment to the hotel office, and he was soon transferring his daughter's message down this. Meanwhile Mr. Sneed, coming out of his room from the lower end of the hall, encountered the beast, and turned back with a yell. He nearly collided with Mr. Towne, who was at that moment coming out of his room, faultlessly attired, even to a heavy walking stick. "Look out!" cried Mr. Sneed, racing along. "What is it?" asked Mr. Towne. "A bear. Look out! Here he comes!" And, in fact, the bear was shuffling down the hall, his head lolling from side to side, and his red tongue hanging out.