"He men"-- every one of them, and for a time they looked with dislike and suspicion upon the "star," but when they saw that Fairbanks did not ask for any "double," and took the hardest tumble with a grin, they received him into their fellowship with a heartfelt yell.
Dull in the Mohave desert?
Why, he had to sit up nights to keep even with his engagements.

From one man he learned bronco-busting, from another fancy roping, and from others all that there is to know about horses, cattle, mountain, and plain.

And around the camp-fires he got stories of the winning of the West such as never found their way into histories.
When one picture called for jiu-jitsu work, he didn't rest satisfied with learning just enough to "get by." Every spare moment found him in a clinch with the Japanese expert, mastering every secret, perfecting himself in every hold.

Same way with boxing.

When no pugilists came handy, he put on the gloves with anyone willing to take chances on a black eye, keeping at it until today they have to hire professionals when he figures in a movie fight.
When they made a "water" picture he never stopped until he could duplicate every trick known to the "professor" who drilled the extra men.