"It seems so," remarked Mr. DeVere, who spoke in a hoarse and husky
whisper, difficult to understand. In fact, as you will learn later,
it was this affliction that had caused him to be acting for moving
pictures instead of in the legitimate drama.
Mr. Pertell took a rapid survey of his little company, and then went
off to make sure that the trunks containing the various costumes had
been properly checked.
"Funny thing about Beatonville," remarked Russ to Ruth.
"Why so?" she asked.
"Oh, every time I inquired of the brakeman, or starter, where the
train for that place left from, they'd laugh. I thought there must be
some joke, and I asked about it."
"Was there?"
"Well, not much of one. It seems that Beatonville is about the last
place in Jersey that anyone ever heads for. I guess it must consist
of the depot and one house--the one where the agent lives. There is
only one train a day and the place is so lonesome, the starter said,
that the engineer hates to stop there."
"Oh, well, we aren't going there for pleasure--we're going to work,"
put in Ruth. "Besides, Oak Farm isn't exactly in Beatonville; is it,
Russ?"
"No, a few miles out, I believe. Well, it will be a rest for us after
the rush of the city, anyhow."
"All aboard!" called a brakeman, and the Comet Film Company, bag and
baggage, started for the train that was to take them to new scenes of
activity.
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