And roping--he'd need to practise that some. Once he got it
smack over Dexter's head, but usually it didn't go so well.
Probably a new clothesline didn't make the best rope--too stiff. He
could probably do a lot better with one of those hair ropes that the
real cowboys used. And Metta Judson--she was the best cook anywhere
around Simsbury. He mustn't forget to write to Metta, and to Tessie
Kearns, to be sure and see The Blight of Broadway when it came to
the Bijou Palace. They would be surprised to see those close--ups
that Henshaw had used him in. And he was in that other picture. No
close-ups in that, still he would show pretty well in the cage-
scene--he'd had to smoke a few cigarettes there, because Arabs smoke
all the time, and he hadn't been in the later scene where the girl
and the young fellow were in the deserted tomb all night and he
didn't lay a finger on her because he was a perfect gentleman.
He didn't know what he would do next. Maybe Henshaw would want him
in Robinson Crusoe, Junior, where Friday's sister turned out to be
the daughter of an English earl with her monogram tattooed on her
left shoulder.
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