"Well, well, that's so! They're bound to interfere. I never knew
that about hidalgo spurs before."
"We might straighten them," suggested the actor.
"No, no," Baird insisted, "I wouldn't dare try that. They cost too
much money, and it might break 'em. I tell you what you do, stand up
and try this: just toe in a little when you walk--that'll bring the
points apart. There--that's it; that's fine."
The cameras were again recording so that Baird could later make his
study of the difficulties to be mastered by the wearer of genuine
hidalgos. By toeing in Merton now succeeded in walking without
disaster, though he could not feel that he was taking the free
stride of men out there in the open spaces.
"Now try running." directed Baird, and he tried running; but again
the spurs caught and he was thrown full in the eyes of the grinding
camera. He had forgotten to toe in. But he would not give up. His
face was set in Buck Benson grimness. Each time he picked himself up
and earnestly resumed the effort. The rowels were now catching in
the long hair of his chaps.
He worked on, directed and cheered by the patient Baird, while the
two camera men, with curiously strained faces, recorded his
failures.
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