Them rocks up there is hot enough to brile a lizard--now, I'm tellin' ye!" Luck covered a smile with his moist palm.

He could not afford to be merciful at the expense of good "picture-stuff," however, so he called down grimly: "Now you're just about fagged enough for that close-up I want of you, Applehead.

You went up that gulch a shade too brisk for a fellow that's all in from traveling, and starved into the bargain.

Come back down here by this sand bank, and start up towards camera.

Back up a little, Pete, so you can 'pam' his approach.