"
"Come on back, Applehead," Luck yelled when the "prospectorp" had turned a
corner of rock and disappeared from sight of the camera. "We'll do that scene
over once more before the sun gets too far around."
"Do it over, will ye?" Applehead snarled as he came toiling obediently back
down the gulch. "Well, now, I ain't so danged shore about that there doin'
over--'nless yuh want to wait and do it after sundown. Ain't nobody but a
danged fool It would go trailin' up that there gulch this kinda' day. Them
rocks up there is hot enough to brile a lizard--now, I'm tellin' ye!"
Luck covered a smile with his moist palm. He could not afford to be merciful
at the expense of good "picture-stuff," however, so he called down grimly:
"Now you're just about fagged enough for that close-up I want of you,
Applehead. You went up that gulch a shade too brisk for a fellow that's all in
from traveling, and starved into the bargain. Come back down here by this sand
bank, and start up towards camera. Back up a little, Pete, so you can 'pam'
his approach. I want to get him pulling his burro up past that bank--sabe? And
the close-up of his face with all those sweat-streaks will prove how far he's
come--and then I want the detail of that burro and his pack which you'll get
as they go by.
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