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

Chapter 8 OFF FOR PANAMA

Word Count: 2053    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

g Mr. Piper's gloomy prediction, and t

p still if I couldn't say

eerful; is h

as usual," comme

same!" declared C.C. Piper,

be spoken-at all times

you!" whis

put out at all the cr

't mean that I want to see you boys ca

you, C.C.?" laughed Blake. "Now, there's no use trying to get out of it!" he added, as the gloomy

e company, with whom they had spent so many happy and exciting days, had offe

ered with a laugh, as Birdie Lee came out

t!" laughed

or photographed, came to an end. The actors and actresses took their pl

might be in perfect time, the camera began clicking and the action of the play, which included an exciting episode in th

d far-seeing, than any human eye, and records every defect, no matter how small. And when it is recalled that the picture t

ndle of the camera at the same work, before they were chosen to go out after bigger pictures-scenes from real life. The operator, a young fellow; whom both Blake and Joe

had this easy job?

come back from Pana

then began a talk which lasted for some time, and in which all the details of

n be open for regular traffic, you know, and, in fact some vessels have already gone t

es of late, and, as I wrote you, a man who claims to have made a st

ny bad luck, and we don't for a mome

nt it filmed!" interrup

actly!" exclai

re a vessel and take moving pictures as you go along in her. Go through the Gatun locks, of course. Scene

as growing e

or to the Panama Canal would be interested in seeing. Some of the films will be a feature at t

Joe, and Blake nod

letter of introduction to you; did you

rather queer circumstances, too. I g

should be glad to hear the details." So B

-I mean Mr. Alcando?" ask

, looking at Blake to give him a chance to

ny is under obligations to concerns he and his friends are interested in, so we were glad to do him a favor. He explaine

d us that,"

say?" asked Mr. Hadley in a curious voice, turnin

ght," was Blake's slow

, I guess!" broke in Joe with a laugh.

" asked Mr. H

the wind-blown letter

ject would a South American spy have in finding out details of the defenses at Panama. South America would work to preserve the

t to live in close companionship with him for several months, it's a comfort to know he is all

ou will take a steamer to Colon, make your headquarters at the Washington Hotel, and from there start out, when you are ready, to get pictures of the Canal and surrounding c

er be packing up for the

sk him when he will be ready. Here is his address in New York," a

vorite cameras over to one of the men of the film company, so that he might give

sn't a spy, or anything like

ourse I am

I see," laughed Jo

id not

tion that Mr. Alcando was in his room, and, being shown t

r sharp accents from a voice the moving pic

Joe Duncan," said the for

exclaimed the Spaniard. The boys could hear him moving about in his apart

t there was the odor of a strong cigar in the apartment, and Blake noticed th

was smoking when the boys knocked, but there was no si

ich the boys looked, for Mr. Alcando had a suite in the hotel. And, after all,

hy was he in such a hurry to get rid of

red. "It doesn't worry me

ppose

oor, or about the visitor who must have slipped out hastily. The Spaniard was gl

ing some papers on his table. As he did so, Blake caught sight of a small box, wi

ther by accident or design, he shoved some papers in

nd then he and Blake plunged into a mass of details r

romised to be on hand at the time of

Alcando had considerable baggage, and he was to be allowed the use of an old moving picture camera with which to "get his hand in." Blake

. Hadley, good-bys were said, and t

called Birdie Lee to Blake,

" added Mabel

y made answer

called Mr. Piper after them, as t

he last!" la

le dreaming of the sensational ad

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