Down the fire escape of a great New York hotel she made a perilous way.

From the shrouds of a tossing ship she was about to plunge to a watery release from the persecutor who was almost upon her.

Upon the roof of the Fifth Avenue mansion of her scoundrelly guardian in the great city of New York she was gaining the friendly projection of a cornice from which she could leap and again escape death--even a fate worse than death, for the girl was pursued from all sorts of base motives.

This time, friendless and alone in profligate New York, she would leap from the cornice to the branches of the great eucalyptus tree that grew hard by.

Unnerving performances like these were a constant inspiration to Merton Gill.
He knew that he was not yet fit to act in such scenes--to appear opportunely in the last reel of each installment and save Hortense for the next one.