He would then know just where he stood, and what he would have to do, and what legal steps he must take.
He looked at Jean and grinned a little.

"I'm not pretty enough for a picture actor," he said whimsically.

"Better let me be a rustler and wear a mask, if you don't want folks to throw fits." "You'll be what I want you to be," Jean told him with the little smile in her eyes that Lite had learned to love more than he could ever say.
"I'm going to make us both famous, Lite.

Now, come on, Bobby Burns has probably chewed up a whole box of those black cigars, waiting for us to show up." I am not going to describe the making of "Jean, of the Lazy A." It would be interesting, but this is not primarily a story of the motion-picture business, remember.

It is the story of the Lazy A and the problem that both Jean and Lite were trying to solve.