It was hard to believe that Billy Fenstow would joke with her now. That would be too cruel.
“Don’t you believe me, Janet?” he asked.
“It can’t be possible,” she murmured. “Why, I’m an unknown. You wouldn’t put me into the leading rôle.”
Just then Curt Newsom, the western star arrived.
“How’s the new leading lady?” he asked.
“I – I don’t know,” gasped Janet. “I’m not sure. Everything seems to be in kind of a whirl. I guess I’ll sit down.”
Janet dropped into a nearby chair, oblivious of the fact that it was the cherished property of the director.
“It’s grand, Janet, simply grand,” exclaimed Helen. “My, but I’m proud of you.”
Billy Fenstow came over to Janet.
“You needn’t be so surprised,” he said.
“Only don’t let this go to your head. It doesn’t take a whole lot of acting ability to be a leading lady in a western. All you’ve got to have is a fair amount of beauty, some brains, and the ability to keep on top of a horse.”
Janet, recalling her experiences in “Broad Valley,” the first picture they had appeared in, smiled a little ruefully.
“I don’t know whether I’ll even be able to stay on a horse,” she admitted.
“Then we’ll glue you into the saddle,” smiled the director.
Others in the company came up. Most of them had been in the earlier picture and without exception they congratulated Janet on winning the leading rôle.
The weather was ideal and Billy Fenstow intended to make the most of it by shooting all of the exteriors possible.
Promptly at seven o’clock a large bus rolled onto the lot and the entire company, numbering some thirty-three, including the technicians, boarded the big vehicle.
Their destination was a ranch well into the foothills and it was after noon before they arrived. This particular outfit had never before been used for film purposes for it was well away from the usual run of traffic and harder to reach than some of the layouts nearer the studio.
The ranchhouse was large and comfortable and arrangements were made for all of the girls in the company to stay there while the men would be quartered in the bunkhouse with the exception of the director, who planned to drive back and forth from the nearest town.
A truck loaded with camera and sound equipment had preceded the bus and the technicians went to work to assemble their materials. The pole corral was crowded with horses and the assistant director, “Skeets” Irwin, took over the task of assigning horses to the various members of the company.
Curt Newsom had his own string, which had been brought by truck, but the others were to ride ranch horses. Janet drew a beautiful sorrel while Helen was mounted on a black with only one white foot.
There was a gorgeous sunset and Billy Fenstow, always on the alert for a good background shot, had his cameras catch some typical ranch scenes. They might not fit in with the present picture but he knew some day the footage would come in handy.
After dinner in the ranchhouse that night, Janet and Helen retired to the room they shared and studied the scripts which had been handed out.
“Water Hole” was a typical Billy Fenstow western with lots of hard riding and plenty of scenery. It was the story of Curt Newsom’s defense of his small ranch with its valuable water hole against a larger cattle outfit.
Janet played the rôle of a school teacher while Helen was a waitress in the one restaurant in the little cow town to which the cowboys migrated every Saturday night. The girls were to have an important part in solving the plot to get Curt’s ranch and all in all they were greatly pleased with their parts.
Janet sat down and wrote a long letter home, telling of their good fortune and of her own in particular. She paused a moment and closed her eyes. Perhaps her mother would show the letter to Pete Benda, the city editor of the Clarion Times. And Pete, of course, would make a story. Perhaps he would put it in the front page under a heading, “Clarion Girl Gets Leading Rôle in Western Picture.” She smiled a little. That would be rather nice.
Then she awoke from her reverie and finished the letter. After that it was bedtime for there was an early call.
They were out the next morning shortly after dawn for Billy Fenstow worked his companies long and hard.
Janet was in several shots that day riding to and from the ranch to the schoolhouse and in the afternoon they went to the schoolhouse where a dozen youngsters had been gathered. Most of them were actual pupils of the little school and the cameras ground away as Janet dismissed them from a make-believe class and watched them hurry away from school toward their homes, some of them afoot and others on sturdy little cow ponies.
Helen had little to do that day, but followed every action of the company with interest.
“What do you think of it?” she asked Janet that night as they lounged on the broad verandah of the ranchhouse.
“I like it a lot,” said Janet whole-heartedly. “Of course I realize I’m no actress, but the picture’s good and clean and it’s a consolation to be in something like that.”
Helen was silent for a time.
“What do you think about our future in the movies?” she asked.
Janet pondered the question before answering, for she, too, had been wondering that very thing.
“If you want to know the truth, I think we’re just about where we belong. I know I’m not a real actress. I can get by in a picture like this or in some minor rôle, but I’d never make a really top-notch actress and it would be rather heart-breaking to stay here and do this year in and year out.”
“Then that means you’ll go back to Clarion when summer’s over?” Helen asked the question with a touch of desperate anxiety in her voice.
“I suppose so,” replied Janet slowly, “for I know that I won’t be especially happy here. It’s been glorious fun and it still is, but it can’t last forever and I’m not fooling myself about that for a minute.”
They were silent for a time, wondering if the coming fall would bring an end to their close companionship. If Janet went back to Clarion, it would be only logical that Helen would stay on in Hollywood with her father and mother. The thought of parting was not a pleasant prospect to either girl.
They went to bed later without discussing the matter further, but as the shooting of “Water Hole” progressed and August drew to a close, it was constantly in their minds.
Helen’s father and mother came out to visit them on location several times, but neither one of them mentioned any plans for Helen.
“Two more days of work and we’ll have the picture in the can,” Billy Fenstow told the company one morning. “We’re right on schedule and I want to finish that way, but we’ve got some hard riding scenes to get out of the way.”
The director turned to Janet.
“We’ve got to shoot that scene
