John Wesley rightly concluded that this second man, who gnashed his teeth so convincingly, and at whom an incredibly beautiful young lady looked with haughty disdain, was the villain, and foiled.
The blond and shaven hero, with a magnificent gesture, motioned the villain to begone! That baffled person, after waiting long enough to register despair, spread his fingers across his brow and be-went; the hero turned, held out his arms; the scornful young beauty crept into them.

Click! On the screen appeared a scroll: Keep Your Seats.

Two Minutes to Change Reels.
The lights were turned on.

Pringle looked at the crowd--girls, grandmas, mothers with their families, many boys, and few men; Americans, Mexicans, well-dressed folk and roughly dressed, all together.

Many were leaving; among them Pringle's fat and obliging neighbors rose with a pleasant: "Excuse me, please!" A stream of newcomers trickled in through the door.