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CLAIRE WHITNEY IN “THE PLUNDERER.”
having heard wondrous tales of the “No’the’n folkses” who were having queer doings at the old gold mine, got there in time to get a glimpse of the big fight scene.
Just as Farnum, fairly well tired out, was finishing the scene and sending the miners to the ground on all sides of him, a giant Georgian bounded in the mix-up beside him and yelled encouragement.
“We’ll whup ’em, stranger!” he shouted. “You ’n’ me kin whup the hull mountingside. They’s a leetle too many odds agin ye in this fight, and I thought ye needed help.”
It not only broke up the meeting, but brought a wildly shouting director and a fuming camera man into the melee, inquiring why in the name of several curi¬ ous things the mountaineer should come in front of the camera and spoil the film.
“Don’t be skeered of ’em, stranger,” urged the Georgian, shedding his coat, preparing to tackle the crowd in earnest. “I’ll tend to ’em. I kin whup ary man my size in these yere settlemints. ”
“My good friend,” urged Farnum, “we appreciate your kind intentions; but this is not a real fight, you see, and”
Right there the Georgia giant made it a real fight.
He met an advancing miner with a back-handed sweep that piled up the actors like a mess of nine pins.
“All down but nine,” groaned the director. “Set ’em up in the next alley. Farnum, for the love of Mike, will you call off your friend? ”
“You-all cain’t take no unfair advantage of one man!” roared the Georgian, dancing about in circles. “I done heard up in the mountings about you-all cornin’ down yere to plunder we-all. A hull passel of you cowards pickin’ on one lone man cain’t make no headway, not with me in the same county. I’m
yore friend, stranger. We’ll take ’em back to back, and we’ll whup the hull caboodle of ’em!”
“You don’t understand, my friend,” persisted Farnum. “We are all friends. This is only a rehearsal. You have broken up one of the best scenes we have had to-day, and we must now begin it all over. Will you kindly stand outside and let us proceed with our rehearsal?”
“Hain’t this no reel fight?” inquired the disappointed giant.
“This is not a real fight,” explained Far¬ num, trying to keep the Georgian and the di¬ rector separated. ‘ ‘ I thank you, sir, for your very evident good-will; and now if you will be so good as to pass to one side, we will re¬ sume our work.”
“Play actors,” grunted the mountain¬ eer, when the matter was fully explained to him. “I ben a good church member sense I wus a boy, and I hain’t never met up with no playactors in allmylife. I hain’t been down to the settlemints in fo’ year, and es soon as I kin trade fer a leetle terbaccer and a caliker gownd fer my oldest gal, I hain’t cornin’ in ergin fer fo’ year more. ”
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