OH, SHOOT! 



It was a long pull back up the canon side; 

 the green hide was heavy, and we left a number 

 of dried-up springs in our wake. When we 

 finally rose over the rim we found Miller in 

 low spirits, but loud in his opinion of lions and 

 lion hunters. 



"You boys move too fast for good pictures," 

 he complained. "Why, I didn't get fifteen 

 feet of Fred in that tree ! You must take your 

 time. Stick! When I get you right, stick! 

 Gee! I'll be a joke at the Screen Club if this 

 keeps up ! You guys will ruin my reputation. ' ' 



It was Fred's turn to be indignant. 



"Didn't I stick?" he demanded. "I was 

 twenty minutes climbing down out of that 

 tree." 



"Fifteen feet," Miller declared. " Less than 

 a second. That's how you stuck! Well, 

 we're going to rehearse the next stunt. You 

 boys are going to go down and rope the next 

 lion we find and bring him out. I'll stay up 

 here and look for a nice open tree where the 

 light is right; then we'll untie him, put him 

 up it, and I'll get a real picture. You can 

 take turns in front of the machine; you 

 can rope him till he's ragged. Only, MOVE 



SLOW." 



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