Then if they turn at
the right time--well and good. But if there's a slip, and they ride
into you--good-night! Excuse my slang," he added, hastily.
"Did that ever happen?" she asked, eagerly.
"Well, if not that, something near enough like it. I've heard the
operators--those who take the negatives--tell of 'em many a time.
That's what I'm going to be soon--a taker of the moving picture plays
instead of just projecting them on the screen. Mr. Pertell has
promised to give me a chance. He's organizing some new companies.
"Just as soon as I get my patent perfected he's promised to put it on
his machines. Then I'm going with his company."
"Did you hear any more about that man you say tried to steal your
invention?" asked Alice.
"Who, Simp Wolley? Oh, yes, he's been sneaking around after me, and I
told him what I thought of him. He's got another fellow in with
him--Bud Brisket--and he's about the same type. But I'm not going to
worry about it."
"Don't be too confident," warned Alice. "I've heard of many inventors
whose patents were gotten away from them."
"Thanks, I'll be careful.
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