"Their fright hasn't made them pale, at any rate," whispered Alice. "They've taken on color, lately."
"Oh, my dear, you mustn't say such things," chided Ruth.
The work of getting the passengers and their baggage into the boats was soon under way. There was some confusion, not a little evidence of fright on the part of many, and some tears. But among the bravest were little Tommie and Nellie. They thought it all a lark, and probably, in their case, it was the bliss of ignorance.
Russ, who had been standing near Ruth and Alice, suddenly started for his stateroom.
"Where are you going?" asked Ruth, as the call came for them to take their places in a boat.
"For my moving picture camera! I'm going to get views of this. It's too good to miss!"
"It seems so—so—" began Ruth, but Alice interrupted with:
"Why shouldn't he get the film? There is really no danger of death, and it is a chance that he may never have again. A film like this could be worked into a great play!"
"Spoken like a real artist of the movies!" cried Mr. Pertell. "Go ahead, Russ. Get all you can; but don't take any chances."
Then the young operator busied himself with making a film that was afterward said to be one of the best in the world showing a rescue from a burning ship. And the beauty of it was that it was real. There was no posing, and the ship was not an old hulk chartered for the occasion, and set fire to, as has been done more than once.