But I'm going to watch her with my eyes shut, just the same.

It's an awfully mean place in spots." "She'll make it, all right," Luck declared.

But his tone was not so confident as his words, and he was manifestly reluctant to place the whistle to his lips.

He fussed with his script, and he squinted into the viewfinder, and he made certain for the second time just where the side-lines came, and thrust half an inch deeper in the sandy soil the slender stakes which would tell Annie-Many-Ponies where she must guide the pinto when she came tearing down to foreground.

But he could delay the signal only so long, unless he cut out the scene altogether.
"Get back, over on that side, Bill," he commanded harshly.