"They must have built those log houses on purposes for the moving
picture play," said Uncle Daniel. "For they weren't here the other
day, when I was over in this valley."
"Very likely they did," agreed Mr. Bobbsey. "It takes a great deal of
work to make a moving picture play now-a-days, and often a company
will build a whole house, only to set fire to it, or tear it down to
make a good picture."
"If they set a house on fire," broke in Freddie, "I could put it out
with my fire engine, and I'd be in the movies then."
"Oh, you and your fire engine!" laughed Bert, ruffling up his little
brother's hair. "You think you can do anything with it."
"Well, I stopped the turkey gobbler from eating up Snoop," Freddie
cried. "Didn't I?"
"So you did!" exclaimed Harry. "You and your fire engine are all
right, Freddie."
The soldiers who had fallen off their horses, or who had toppled over
in the grass, to pretend that they were shot in battle, now got up--
"coming to life," Bert called it.
The battle scene was over, but the men were not yet done using the
cameras, for they took them farther down the valley toward the log
cabins.
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