“I’ve taken plenty of orders from you. But not any more. I’m washed up! Through!”
“Oh, so you’re through, eh? Well, quit any time you like!”
“I’m not quitting,” Flash corrected. “Just letting you know that from now on I’m not your man Friday. Mr. Clewes gave me to understand I was to use my own judgment about picture values. Your part is to record the sound effects.”
Doyle stared at Flash. Spots of bright color tinted his taut cheeks. With an effort he kept his voice under control.
“All right, Evans, you’ll take full responsibility for this!”
“I expect to,” Flash retorted grimly. “Now help me get my stuff up on the roof! That bridge won’t last many minutes!”
CHAPTER XII
BRIDGE OUT!
Flash was prepared for a curt refusal. Surprisingly, Doyle considered a moment, and then began to unload equipment. He said nothing, but his smoldering eyes made it clear he intended to make a full report to Mr. Clewes.
With camera set up and focused on the bridge, Flash nervously waited. The only thing which would justify his high-handed action would be success. If the bridge failed to go out, Doyle would score heavily in the final reckoning.
The water rose higher and higher, slapping against the piling with a powerful surge. Yet the bridge held. Minutes elapsed and Flash became increasingly uneasy. Surely, he thought, the structure could not withstand such punishment for long.