There were two 'phone calls in his mail, he discovered, and one bore an urgent request that he call Hollywood something-or-other the moment he returned.

This was from the Great Western Film Company, and Luck's eyes brightened while he read it.

He went straight to his room and called up the Great Western.
Presently he found himself speaking to the great Dewitt himself, and his blood was racing with the possibilities of the interview.

Dewitt had heard that Luck was leaving the Acme--extras may be depended upon for carrying gossip from one studio to another,--and was wasting no time in offering him a position.

His Western director, Robert Grant Burns whom Luck knew well, had been carried to the hospital with typhoid fever which he had contracted while out with his company in what is known as Nigger Sloughs,--a locality more picturesque than healthful.