“Never mind, Mr. Ricks, if they’ve got you in the picture you ought to be proud of it,” declared Tom.  “Think of the millions and millions of people all over the world who will be looking at you when they visit the moving picture theaters.”

“Huh!  I ain’t no movin’ picter actor, I ain’t,” snorted old Ricks.  “I’m a decent, respectable member o’ this community, an’ I’m a church member, too.  I ain’t got no use for them movin’ picter shows.  It’s a waste o’ good money, that’s jest wot it is,” and then Ricks shuffled off to attend to some baggage that had come in.

With their tickets in their pockets, the two Rover boys rejoined the moving picture company on the railroad platform.  They were quite interested in watching the camera man set up his machine, and asked him several questions regarding its operation.  Then they heard a well-known whistle down the track, and knew that their train was coming.

“All ready, there!” cried the manager of the moving picture company.  “Now, don’t make a fizzle of it, Jake.”

“I won’t, unless the train pulls out too quickly,” returned Jake.  “I am not going to get killed, though.”

“Well, you’ve got to take some chances in this business,” said the manager, coolly.

There were six or eight passengers getting off the train, and about an equal number to board the cars.  As they had been instructed, the Rover boys got on the rear platform of the last car, and stood in the doorway looking back on the tracks.  Tom pretended that he was waving his hand to somebody in the distance.

As the train began to move, and while the camera man was taking the picture, one of the actors, as agreed, rushed across the platform and got hold of the rail of the last step.  Then, as he pretended to have hard work to pull himself up, the second actor came running down the platform, shaking his fist at the man who was escaping.  Then the train passed out of sight around the bend, and the little moving picture scene came to an end.

“Well, I’m glad that’s over,” declared he actor, as he followed the boys into the car.  “I never like the scenes where I am in danger of getting hurt.”

“You certainly must have a strenuous time of it,” declared Sam; and then he added quickly:  “Are you going to New York with us?”

“Oh, no.  I’m to get off at the first station and take another train back to Oak Run.  The crowd will wait for me.  We have some scenes to do at a farmhouse.”  And then, as he had a ride of ten minutes, the moving picture man told the boys of some things which had happened to him during his career as a movies’ actor.

“How soon do you think they will show that picture?” asked Sam, when the man prepared to leave the train.

“In a week or two,” was the answer.  “I don’t know the exact date for the release;” and then the man said good-bye and left them.

“Do you know, if I didn’t have anything else to do, I wouldn’t mind going into the moving picture business,” remarked Tom, as the train rushed onward.  “It must be lots of fun to be in the different scenes.”