She would probably not appear until they were ready to shoot, and
this seemed not to be at once if the rising temper of the director
could be thought an indication.
The big hose again drew water from the pool to the tank, whence, at
a sudden release, it would issue in billows. The big lights at last
seemed to be adjusted to the director's whim. The aeroplane
propeller whirred and the gale was found acceptable. The men at the
rope tugged the boat into grave danger. The moon lighted the mist
that overhung the scene.
Then at last Merton started, peering eagerly forward across the
length of the pool. At the far end, half illumined by the big
lights, stood the familiar figure of his wonder--woman, the slim
little girl with the wistful eyes. Plainly he could see her now as
the mist lifted. She was chatting with one of the pirates who had
stepped ashore from the boat. The wonderful golden hair shone
resplendent under the glancing rays of the arcs. A cloak was about
her shoulders, but at a word of command from the director she threw
it off and stepped to the boat's deck. She was dressed in a short
skirt, her trim feet and ankles lightly shod and silken clad.
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