this act? Are you going to balk as you did in the Indian scene?"
"Say," began C. C., earnestly, as, dripping wet as he was, he strode up to the theatrical man, "I can't swim, and I don't like the water. I told you that the time you took me up in the country, where we found these boys," and he motioned to Blake and Joe, who were looking interestedly on, ready to work the cameras as soon as required.
"And yet," went on Mr. Piper, "you insisted that I jump overboard then and rescue Miss Shay. Now you want me to drift in as a shipwrecked sailor. It's too much, I tell you. There is entirely too much water and tank drama in this business. I know I'll get my death of cold, if I don't drown."
"Oh, can't you look on the bright side?" asked Miss Shay, who was to come into the drama later. "Why, it's so warm I should think you'd like to get into the surf."
"Not for mine!" exclaimed C. C., firmly, and it took some persuasion on the part of the theatrical manager, accompanied by a promise of an increase of salary every time he had to go into the water, to induce C. C. to try the shipwreck scene over again.
This time a larger boat was used, and, though it came near to capsizing, it did not quite go over,
