It is ze kinematograph, and you would spoil everything!" The chop-fallen cry that Collins gave was lost in a roar of laughter from the pursuing crowd.
"Struggle--struggle! Don't you hear, you idiot ?" broke in the red-headed man irritably.

"You are being devilishly well paid for it, so for goodness' sake make it look real.

That's it! Bully boy! Now, once more to the right, then loosen your grip so that I can push you away and make a feint of punching you off.

All ready there, Marguerite?
Keep a clear space about her, gentlemen.

Ready with the motor, chauffeur?
All right.
Now, then, Bobby, fall back, and mind your eye when I hit out, old chap.
One, two, three--here goes!" With that he pushed the chop-fallen Collins from him, made a feint of punching his head as he reeled back, then sprang toward the spot where the Frenchwoman stood, and gave a finish to the adventure that was highly dramatic and decidedly theatrical.