In motor cars the company of artists was transported to a sunny nook in the foothills beyond the city, and here in the wild, rough, open spaces, the drama of mother-love, sacrifice, and thrills was further unfolded.
First to be done here was the continuation of the hero's escape from the dance-hall.

Upon his faithful horse he ambled along a quiet road until he reached the shelter of an oak tree.

Here he halted at the roadside.
"You know the detective is following you," explained Baird, "and you're going to get him.

Take your nag over a little so the tree won't mask him too much.

That's it.