“Forgot something—got to get it!” shouted the excited lad. Then, before the man could prevent him, Blake had jumped up the steps. Back he rushed to where his own and Joe’s baggage had been left.
“Look after our stuff, C. C.!” he called to the startled comedian. “We’re after a fire—moving picture. Tell Mr. Ringold we’ll be down later this evening!”
Then, without giving Mr. Piper a chance to answer, Blake caught up the valise containing the small moving picture camera, and was out on the platform again.
“Look out for yourself!” cried Joe, for the train now had considerable headway.
“All right,” answered his chum, and a moment later he was beside Joe, running from the momentum acquired in leaping off the train.
“You took a big risk, young fellow!” said one of the station men, severely.
“I’m used to that in my business,” replied Blake, with a cool laugh. “Come on, Joe. We don’t want to miss any of this fire. We can sell the film to one of the weekly newspapers, and make some of our vacation money.”
“Go on! I’m with you!”
Together they made their way down to the street, and it needed but a glance to show them the extent of the blaze. The fire was in a large apartment house, and the flames had gained great headway. Thrilling rescue scenes were going on, and, from some of the upper stories, men and women were dropping into the life nets, about which, in a circle, stood the sturdy firemen, and volunteer helpers.
“Got to get this!” cried Blake. “Is there plenty of film in her, Joe?”