Once they were in the water Mr. Bunn and Mr. Sneed acted their parts well, and the result was a good film.  Then, once more aboard the boats, a start was made for the fort, where the final act was to take place.

“I say, me deah fellah!” complained Mr. Towne, as he moved away from Mr. Bunn, who sat near him; “keep a bit off, that’s a good chap!  I don’t want to wet this suit, you know.”

“Oh, all right, I beg your pardon,” spoke the other.

But Mr. Towne’s anxiety for his garments was wasted, for at that moment Mr. Sneed, taking off his coat, wrung some water from it, and of this a considerable quantity splashed on the light suit of Mr. Towne.

“Oh, I say!” the latter cried in dismay.  “This won’t do, you know!”

“Humph!  It seems to me it’s already done,” observed Paul, with a chuckle.

During the rest of the trip Mr. Towne was kept busy trying to dry up the wet spots with his perfumed handkerchief.

Pop Snooks, the property man, who had little to do when outdoor scenes were being made, was busy with the other moving picture camera on the fort wall, and presently, on the arrival of the company at that place, the final scenes were filmed.

“Wasn’t it a dandy race?” cried Alice, as she and her sister, with Russ and Paul, started back to the hotel.

“It was for you because you won, I suppose,” remarked Miss Pennington, in a disagreeable tone.

“Not at all,” returned Alice, promptly.  “It was a glorious race anyhow.  Winning didn’t count; it was all for the picture.”

“That’s the way to look at it,” said Paul, in her ear.  “But, all the same, I’m glad your boat won.”

“Thanks,” she replied, as she tripped along beside him.

Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon, pausing a moment to “readjust their complexions,” as Alice said (for which she was reproved by Ruth), went on by themselves.

The company of players remained in St. Augustine several days, and many fine films resulted, the scenery lending itself particularly well to the camera.

One act in a play took place at the alligator “farm,” on Anastasia Island.  There Ruth and Alice saw ’gators in all stages, from tiny ones just emerging from the shell, to big fourteen-foot ones—­regular “man-eaters” they were told.

“Ugh! the horrid creatures!” exclaimed Ruth, who could not repress a shudder.

“They aren’t very pleasant,” agreed Alice.  “And to think that perhaps those two girls may be—­”

“Oh, my dear!  Don’t mention it!  I can’t bear to think of such a thing.  It’s too horrible!”

“But I suppose there must be many such as that one, in the wilds of the swamps and bayous,” said Alice in a low voice, as she pointed her parasol at a huge saurian.

“If there are any such, I don’t want to know it—­or see them,” murmured Ruth, again shuddering.  “Oh, I hope we don’t go too far into the wilds.”