The weeping old lady, blinded by her tears, awkward with her mop, the brutal Mexican, his prompt punishment.
The old lady was especially pathetic as she glared at her insulter from where she lay sprawled on the floor, and muttered, "Carramba, huh?
I dare you to come outside and say that to me!" "Good work," applauded Baird when the scene was finished.

"Now we're getting into the swing of it.

In about three days here we'll have something that exhibitors can clean up on, see if we don't." The three days passed in what for Merton Gill was a whirlwind of dramatic intensity.

If at times he was vaguely disquieted by a suspicion that the piece was not wholly serious, he had only to remember the intense seriousness of his own part and the always serious manner of Baird in directing his actors.

And indeed there were but few moments when he was even faintly pricked by this suspicion.