When, by accident, Monkey Stallings chanced to step in the way, Billy hastily moved his position.  When a Worth was being immortalized in this fashion far be it for a worthy scion of the race to allow a mere Stallings to crowd him out.  When, presently, the grinding ceased, with the operator hurrying across to report his success to the bustling stage director, Billy grinned in conscious triumph, for he felt convinced that he stood out prominently in that picture, so that any one who saw it must notice what a handsome chap one of the Boy Scouts appeared to be on the screen, at least.

The man who was running all this wonderfully complicated affair looked just like a goodnatured, red-faced bank cashier, but Hugh realized that he must have an amazing capacity for detail work, as well as a remarkable faculty for organization.

Now and then he would refer to a sheaf of papers he carried around with him, fastened together with a little arrangement that allowed of their being rapidly turned over from time to time.  Doubtless this was his plan of campaign.  Hugh would have given something for the privilege of examining the same, but lacked the assurance to ask such a favor of one who was an utter stranger to him, and moreover could not afford to spend much time with a pack of mere boys.

It could be seen that the players expected to be soon called around the managing director for instructions connected with motion pictures were taken.  So Hugh pulled at the sleeves of Monkey Stallings, to intimate that they had better fall back.

Arthur had already left them.  Hugh hardly needed to take a look around to understand what it was that had drawn the other.  Yes, he was over there where the man in a business suit seemed to be bathing the limb of a super who had suffered more or less severely when the ladder on which he was mounted had been roughly dislodged from the walls, throwing all upon it to the ground beneath.

If Arthur were given half a chance he would soon be busily engaged assisting the doctor wrap some linen bandages about that bruised limb.  By his eager remarks he would also arouse considerable interest on the part of the company’s physician, who probably always accompanied the troupe wherever they traveled, as his services were in frequent demand.  Indeed, sometimes he became a very busy man.

“I wonder,” Billy was saying, becoming more and more audacious, it seemed, on the principle that give one an inch and he will want an ell—–­“I wonder now if he’d listen to me if I asked him to let us have a chance to get in the next picture?”

Monkey Stallings laughed harshly at hearing that.

“Well, you are a greeny, Billy, I must say,” he declared.  “Stop and think for a minute, will you, how silly it would look to see a bunch of Boy Scouts dressed in khaki clothes helping those old-time yeomen tackle the walls of that ancient castle.  Why, we’d queer the whole business, that’s what!”