The procession halted in uncertainty and became a disordered rabble; but the director sprang into the open space and shouted at his actors and actresses in evident ill temper.
"There it is again!" he cried.

"Five hundred feet of good film, ruined by the stupidity of one person.

Get out of that priest's robe, Higgins, and let Jackson take your place.

Where's Jackson, anyhow ?" "Here," answered a young man, stepping out from a group of spectators.
"Do you know the work?
Can you lead that procession into the temple so they will leave room for Delilah to enter, and not crowd her off the platform ?" asked the director.
Jackson merely nodded as he scrambled into the priest's robe which the discomfited Higgins resigned to him.

Evidently the bungling actor was in disgrace, for he was told to go to the office and get his pay and then "clear out." So now the procession was sent back into the passage and rearranged in proper order; the signal was given to begin and in an instant the camera renewed its clicking as the operator slowly revolved the handle that carried the long strip of film past the lenses.