"There's our rope!" she cried. "That vine!" "Oh, Alice! How splendid!" exclaimed her sister. "You think of everything!" "Well, let's stop thinking, and work!" suggested the younger girl. "They need all the help they can get to pull Mr. Bunn out of that bog." Together the girls managed to get off a long piece of the stout vine, which made a most excellent substitute for a rope. "I suppose if I had thought of this first we needn't have cut our skirts," said Alice. "I'm not sorry we didn't," was her sister's reply. "Nor am I!" "Catch this, Mr. Bunn!" called Alice, as with the vine rope she went as near the bog hole as was safe. "Good idea! Great!" cried Mr. Pertell. "You moving picture girls are as good as men!" "Better!" declared Mr. Bunn, who was over his fright now. He caught the end of the vine Alice flung to him, and held on grimly as the four girls prepared to tug on their portion. With this added strength the plight of the actor was soon relieved. Slowly but surely he was pulled from the sticky mud, and, a little later, he was safely hauled out on the firm bank. "Thank the Lord for that!" exclaimed Mr. Pertell, reverently, as he saw that his employe was safe. "I should never have forgiven myself if--if anything had happened to you. For it was my suggestion that you go in the bog. My dear man, can you forgive me?" and he held out his hand to Mr. Bunn, while his voice grew husky, and there was a suspicious moisture in his eye. "That's all right," responded Mr. Bunn, generously, and he seemed to have added something to his nature through his nerve-racking experience. He had been near death, or at least the possibility of it, and it had meant much to him. "Don't blame yourself, Mr. Pertell," he went on. "I went into the hole with my eyes open. Neither of us knew the quicksand was there. And I suppose we must accept with this business the risks that go with it." "Yes, it is part of the game," admitted the manager; "but I want none of my players to take unnecessary risks. I shall be more careful in the future." Mr. Bunn was quite exhausted from his experience, and, as the affair had tried the nerves of all, it was decided to give up picture work for the rest of the day. "I can't help regretting, though," said Mr. Pertell, as they were on their way back to the steamer, "that we didn't get a moving picture of that. It would have made a great film--better even than the one I had planned." "Oh, but I did get views of it!" cried Russ, with a laugh, that did much to relieve the strain they were all under. "You did!" exclaimed the manager, in surprise. "Yes," went on the young operator, "when I saw that there were enough of you hauling Mr. Bunn out, I thought I might as well take advantage of the situation and get pictures. So I have the whole rescue scene here," and he tapped his moving picture camera.