"Shall we film this?" asked one of Russ's helpers, as the former dashed past on his way to help Estelle. "No. Don't take that accident. It won't fit in with the rest of the film. It's all right up to that point, though. We can make a retake of the last few feet if we have to." Even in this time of danger and suspense it was necessary to think of the play. That must go on, no matter what happened to the players. "Go on with the cavalry charge--farther over!" directed Mr. Pertell, when he arrived on the scene and found a group of men about the fallen girl. "You can't do any good here. We'll look after her. I can't delay any longer on this scene. Go on with the charge, and carry out the program as it was outlined to you. Russ, you look after the camera men." "What about Estelle?" "Dr. Wherry and I will see to her." The girl's golden hair was tumbled about her head, having come loose and fallen from under her hat in her fall. She lay in a senseless heap at one side of her horse. The animal had not gotten up, and at first it was thought he had been killed. But it developed that Estelle had trained him to play "dead" after a fall of this kind, and the intelligent creature must have thought this was one of those occasions. "Easy with her, boys," cautioned the director, as the stretcher men tenderly picked up the limp form. "She may have some broken bones." They placed her carefully on the stretcher and bore her to the hospital. Mrs. Maguire was ready to assist the trained nurse, who was kept ready for just such emergencies. "The poor little dear!" exclaimed the motherly Irish woman. "Poor little dear!" Meanwhile, the cavalry charge went on. Estelle had done her part in this. Was it the last part she was to play? Ruth and Alice asked themselves this as they hurried toward the hospital. "Oh, if she should be killed!" gasped Ruth. "Wouldn't it be dreadful? And no one to tell who she really is," added Alice. "We must go to her." "Yes, as soon as they will let us see her," agreed Ruth. Dr. Wherry and the trained nurse were busy over the injured girl. A quick examination disclosed no broken bones, but it could not yet be told whether or not there were internal injuries. They could only wait for her to recover consciousness and hope for the best. All that could be done was done. "Plucky little girl!" murmured Mr. Pertell, when told that Estelle was resting easily, but was still insensible. "She must have seen that she was going to have a bad fall, but she kept on and saved the film for us. We won't have to retake her scene at all--merely cut out the accident. Do your best for her, Dr. Wherry." "I will, you may be sure." Ruth and Alice were told that they could see Estelle as soon as she recovered consciousness, and it was safe for visitors to be admitted. And several hours after the accident the nurse, Miss Lyon, came to summon them from their room, where they were waiting. "She has opened her eyes," Miss Lyon said.