“They’re tents all right, old man! Big tents, too! Say, there are people here!” he fairly shouted.
“Come on!” cried Blake, starting down the slope.
They fairly ran down the hill. A little way from the tents the party of refugees came to a halt. Blake rubbed his eyes, as though to brush away clinging cobwebs. He stared at a girl who came from one of the tents.
“Birdie Lee!” he gasped.
“Blake Stewart!” came the surprised answer. “You here!”
And the two stared wonderingly at each other.
CHAPTER XXIV
RISING WATERS
Others came running out of the tents—Mr. Robertson, Mr. Levinberg, Miss Shay—several other actors and actresses, and also the moving picture operators.
“Look—look!” cried Birdie, pointing to Blake. “Is it Blake, or am I dreaming?”
No one answered her for a moment. They were all too surprised. Then, looking back up the hill, the company of players saw Joe, Mr. Ringold and C. C. Piper.