I know we ought to give them up--but I sure hate to do it! Lor-_dee_, but I can do things with that bunch! Remember Red Brother ?" Luck was off on his hobby, the making of Indian pictures.

"Remember the panoram effect I got on that massacre of the wagon train?
Remember the council-of-war scene, and the close-up of Young-Dog-Howls-At-The-Moon making his plea for the lives of the prisoners?
And the war dance with radium flares in the camp fires to give the light-effect?
That film's in big demand yet, they tell me.

I'll never be able to put over stuff like that with made-up actors, Martinson.

You know I can't." "I don't know; you're only just beginning to hit your gait, Luck," the manager soothed.

"You have turned out some big stuff,--some awful big stuff; but at that you're just beginning to find yourself.