"I have you! Don't worry! I'll save you!" she could hear Paul
murmuring in her ear. Then her head cleared, and she was able to
recognize the voice and make out the words of someone on the opposite
bank, toward which Paul was swimming with his burden.
For the voice was the voice of Russ Dalwood, and his words sounded
strangely enough under the circumstances.
"That's it! Come right over here!" the young moving picture operator
called. "I'm getting a dandy film! That's it, Paul, a little more to
the left! That's the finest rescue scene I ever got! It's great
acting!"
"Why--why you--you don't mean to say you're _filming_ us!" cried
Paul, for he was now in shallow water and could stand upright,
holding Alice in his arms.
"Of course I'm filming you!" exclaimed Russ. "Do you think I'd let an
act like this get past me? Not much!" and he continued to grind away
at the crank of his machine, which he had hastily set up on the edge
of the stream, where he commanded a good view of those in the water.
"But this isn't acting!" said Paul, ready to laugh, now that the
danger was over. "This is _real!_ Alice fell in, and I went in after
her. It's the real thing!"
"Great Scott!" cried Russ. "I thought you were rehearsing for some
play, and as I came along I thought I might as well get the scene,
even if it was only a rehearsal.
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