The captives were soon in the saddle again, and escorted by the cowboys made for the trail down to the plain. There were more angry mutterings from the Indians, but they made no effort to stop the retreat. Perhaps they realized it would be useless. It was no easy matter descending the steep trail, but it was accomplished without mishap, and finally Rocky Ranch was reached. And it is needless to say that the captives were made welcome. A little later, in clean garments, and after a good meal, they told of their adventures. The girls were quite the heroines of the hour, and held the center of the stage, rather to the discomfiture of Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon, who were in the habit of attracting all the attention they could. "There's one picture I want very much to get," said Mr. Pertell, as he sat with his players in the living room of their quarters one evening. "Name it," declared Mr. Norton, the owner, "and, if it's possible, I'll see that you get it." "A cattle stampede," was the answer. "I want to show the steers in a mad rush, and the cowboys trying to stop them. But I don't suppose you can tell when one is going to happen." "No, you can't tell when a real one is about to take place," the owner admitted, "but maybe we could fix up one for you." "How do you mean?" "Why, I mean we could take a bunch of steers, start them to running, and then the boys could come out and try to get them milling--that is, going around in a circle. That stops a stampede, usually. We could do that for you." "And will you?" asked the manager, eagerly. "Why, yes, if you want it. I'll speak to Pete Batso. He's had more experience than I have. We'll get up a stampede for you." The cowboys entered into the spirit of the affair once it was mentioned to them, and arrangements were at once made. As there might be some little danger of a refractory steer breaking loose and injuring someone, the ladies of the company only took part in the preliminary scenes. These included the beginning of the drama in which the stampede was to play a principal part. It involved a little love story, and the lover, Paul, was afterward to be in peril through the cattle stampede. The first part went off all right, Ruth and Alice acquitting themselves well in their characterizations. Their riding had improved very much, and they were sure of themselves in the saddle. "Now, ladies," said Pete Batso, who was managing the cowboy end of the affair, "if you'll get over on that little mound you can see all that goes on and you won't be in any danger. We're goin' to stampede the cattle now!" "Whoop-ee!" yelled the cowboys, as they rushed up at the signal, when Ruth and Alice, with Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon, had gone off some little distance. "Get ready, Russ!" called Mr. Pertell. "All ready," answered the young operator, as he took his place with his camera focused. The steers, startled by the shots and shouts of the cowboys, began a mad rush.