for a shipwrecked man coming ashore in a small boat. Now, C. C., I guess you'll have to be the man this time, as I need the others for shore parts. Get the cameras ready."
"I—I'm to be shipwrecked; am I?" inquired Mr. Piper. "Do I have to fall overboard?"
"Not unless you want to," said Mr. Ringold, consulting the manuscript of the play.
"Then I'm not going to, for I'll catch my death of cold if I do."
"Hum! I'm glad he didn't have any other objections," murmured the theatrical man. "This is going to be easy."
The preparations were made, it being customary to rehearse the scenes and acts before "filming" them to secure good results. A boat was launched, after some trouble on account of the surf, and with the aid of some fishermen, "C. C. was finally sent to sea," which was a joke, as Blake remarked.
"And now come in with the waves," ordered Mr. Ringold, who was directing the drama. "Hang over the edge of the boat, C. C., and look as if you hadn't had any food or water for a week."
"They say an actor never eats, anyhow," murmured Mr. Hadley, who, with the boys, was
