"Now get him, Mr. Bunn!" cried the manager, and there was another splash,
while aboard the boats the proper bits of acting were gone through with,
that the camera might catch them.

Once they were in the water Mr. Bunn and Mr. Sneed acted their parts
well, and the result was a good film. Then, once more aboard the boats, a
start was made for the fort, where the final act was to take place.

"I say, me deah fellah!" complained Mr. Towne, as he moved away from Mr.
Bunn, who sat near him; "keep a bit off, that's a good chap! I don't want
to wet this suit, you know."

"Oh, all right, I beg your pardon," spoke the other.

But Mr. Towne's anxiety for his garments was wasted, for at that moment
Mr. Sneed, taking off his coat, wrung some water from it, and of this a
considerable quantity splashed on the light suit of Mr. Towne.

"Oh, I say!" the latter cried in dismay. "This won't do, you know!"

"Humph! It seems to me it's already done," observed Paul, with a chuckle.

During the rest of the trip Mr. Towne was kept busy trying to dry up the
wet spots with his perfumed handkerchief.

Pop Snooks, the property man, who had little to do when outdoor scenes
were being made, was busy with the other moving picture camera on the
fort wall, and presently, on the arrival of the company at that place,
the final scenes were filmed.