"It's time for you to fall overboard now, Mr. Sneed," directed the
manager. "Make a good fall, and put plenty of splash into it."

"Oh dear!" groaned the actor. "I suppose I must!"

In anticipation of this he had donned an old suit of clothes, as had Mr.
Bunn, and the latter, for one of very few times, did not wear his tall
hat.

"Be ready with your rescue leap," ordered Mr. Pertell to the older actor.
"Make it as natural as you can."

The boats had now lost headway, and were coming to a point where Russ
could get pictures of the "overboard act."

"I say!" cried Mr. Sneed, as he paused in his preparations to fall, "I
have just thought of something!"

"What is it?" asked Mr. Pertell, sharply. "Quick, we are losing time, and
getting out of position."

"There are no alligators in this bay; are there?" and Mr. Sneed looked
anxiously at the captain of the motor boat.

"Not one," was the laughing answer. "You're safe."

"Then here I go!" cried the grouch, as he toppled overboard, having first
"registered" a faint, as directed in the plot of the play.