"Oh, we're going to win!" cried Alice in delight, clapping her hands as she saw Russ, in his boat at the finish line, operating his camera. "We're going to win!" Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon, who, with Ruth, were in the other boat, looked glum. As for Ruth she was of that gentle nature which is willing to lose, that others may enjoy even a brief pleasure, and she rejoiced in the delight of her sister. "Well, I guess he's got me!" regretfully admitted the captain of the losing boat. "He was a little too quick for me." And so it proved, for the boat containing Alice shot across the line a winner. "I knew we'd do it!" she cried. "Good for you!" shouted Russ. "It's time for you to fall overboard now, Mr. Sneed," directed the manager. "Make a good fall, and put plenty of splash into it." "Oh dear!" groaned the actor. "I suppose I must!" In anticipation of this he had donned an old suit of clothes, as had Mr. Bunn, and the latter, for one of very few times, did not wear his tall hat. "Be ready with your rescue leap," ordered Mr. Pertell to the older actor. "Make it as natural as you can." The boats had now lost headway, and were coming to a point where Russ could get pictures of the "overboard act." "I say!" cried Mr. Sneed, as he paused in his preparations to fall, "I have just thought of something!" "What is it?" asked Mr. Pertell, sharply. "Quick, we are losing time, and getting out of position." "There are no alligators in this bay; are there?" and Mr. Sneed looked anxiously at the captain of the motor boat. "Not one," was the laughing answer. "You're safe." "Then here I go!" cried the grouch, as he toppled overboard, having first "registered" a faint, as directed in the plot of the play. "Now get him, Mr. Bunn!" cried the manager, and there was another splash, while aboard the boats the proper bits of acting were gone through with, that the camera might catch them. Once they were in the water Mr. Bunn and Mr. Sneed acted their parts well, and the result was a good film. Then, once more aboard the boats, a start was made for the fort, where the final act was to take place. "I say, me deah fellah!" complained Mr. Towne, as he moved away from Mr. Bunn, who sat near him; "keep a bit off, that's a good chap! I don't want to wet this suit, you know." "Oh, all right, I beg your pardon," spoke the other. But Mr. Towne's anxiety for his garments was wasted, for at that moment Mr. Sneed, taking off his coat, wrung some water from it, and of this a considerable quantity splashed on the light suit of Mr. Towne. "Oh, I say!" the latter cried in dismay. "This won't do, you know!" "Humph! It seems to me it's already done," observed Paul, with a chuckle. During the rest of the trip Mr. Towne was kept busy trying to dry up the wet spots with his perfumed handkerchief.