The Moving Picture Boys at Panama; Or, Stirring Adventures Along the Great Canal

e stooped to pick up the scattered papers. "And you have assisted me in savin

s Blake had thought so strange. The foreigner must have, i

t, and so do my friends. I had written to one of them, saying I expected to go to Panama, and he writes

at Blake sharply, the boy thou

o say was that he hoped I would get big pictures-big ones, you know. And I hope I do. I suppose you do take

t of the time when they had so recently been in the flooded Mississippi Valley,

picked up, "I suppose there are big guns at Panama-if one could get pictures of them-e

they can hurl a projectile. But we're not likely to get a chance to take any picture

nd there was a curious restraint in

earn how to become a moving picture operator. I shall write to my friend and tell him the difference between

er. Blake was doing some

e Canal?" asked the Spaniard, when h

nd as Mr. Hadley wishes you to go along, of course

ause you any trouble," responded the Spaniar

off on moving picture excursions they had some members of the Film Theatrical Company with them, or they met friends on the way, or at their destination. But ne

with us," added Blake. "How

. I can leave to-

and then go to New York. Our cameras will need overhauling after the hard service they got in the flood, and we'll h

tly. I shall be all ready f

Mr. Hadley to expe

ening out his papers, and started

at piece of paper?" asked Joe, when they had alighted fro

the truth, Joe, I w

t; that gu

lake's voice

n to say you think this fellow is an international spy; do you? Try

hat, Joe, and yet it was strange someone s

then he explain

e tried to

s. But I don't believe anything of the sort. It was just a blunder o

ell recommended, and you can make up your mind Mr. Hadley would

a spy," returned Blake, almost wav

. "I like that chap, and I think

et good pictures of the big ditch. And waiting for one of those Culebra Cut slides is going to

we can, old man. And now let's go on a picnic, or something, to

ge, where the horse tried to jump over the ravine," suggested

though the boys appreciated their vacation in the quiet precincts of C

r of a "grind" than any real boys are, they were always ready to go back to the clicking cranks that unwound t

, if he wished, accompany them. But they found he had already left. He had written them a note, however, in which he said he w

to go in to New York

ed Joe. "Getting suspicious

a bit too fussy,"

incidents worth chronicling, and, taking a car at the Grand Ce

er, the grouchy actor, as he saw them come in. "My, but

've done nothing but growl ever since this rehearsal started." Blake and Joe had

ed Joe of Mabel Pierce, the

m very well," she said

you'd take him out somewhere, boys, and fi

though," and really he seemed quite delighted. "What's on?" he asked. "Are you

o go," said Blake. "I guess it

. His face, that had been lighted by a genial smile, b

lmost sure to be buried alive under one of the bi