“The fire is moving in fast,” Doyle remarked uneasily. “Any danger of being caught here with our sound truck?”
“None whatsoever,” Rascomb replied, undisturbed. “If there is the slightest danger the rangers will warn us in ample time.”
“While we’re here I wish we could get some pictures,” said Flash. “You don’t want to try it, George?”
“Well, we could, I suppose,” he returned reluctantly.
Mr. Rascomb obligingly drew a rough map, showing the location of the fire in relation to the lodge.
“There are no roads which would take you near enough,” he said. “Now you could go by boat across Elbow Lake. If the fire reaches the beaver dam and Gersham’s Pass, you should get interesting pictures.”
“How soon can we start?” Flash asked eagerly.
“Any time, but I suggest waiting at least an hour. It will save us a long, tedious trip. Your best chance for pictures is at Gersham’s Pass.”
Flash and Doyle went at once to their truck to select the camera and equipment they would take with them. The technician’s interest in the adventure had been greatly stimulated by their host’s enthusiasm.
“Rascomb is a real fellow,” he declared.