Not in the rehearsing, understand; leave out the foam and the gloating till we turn the camera on the scene.
Sabe?
On the quiet, boys." "Sure," came the guarded chorus.

It was remarkable what a complete understanding there was between Luck and the Happy Family.

It was that complete understanding which had kept Luck's spirits up during his unloved task of producing Bently Brown stuff in film.
"Well, say!" Big Medicine leaned close and throttled his voice down to a hoarse whisper.

"What kinda hee-ro will your Tracy Gray Joyce look like, when I start up foamin' and gloatin' at him ?" Luck smiled.

"That," he said calmly, "is for the camera to find out." He was going to say something more on the subject, but some one called to him anxiously from over toward the office.