“Same here!” exclaimed Blake, and I think he and Joe had a similar thought then, and the same memory of a pretty, blue-eyed girl—Birdie Lee.
The two moving picture boys spent several hours getting their cameras and equipment ready for the start the next morning, and when they tumbled into bed they “didn’t need to be sung to sleep,” as Blake put it.
As several of the completed films of the Western dramas had been lost in the flood, Mr. Ringold decided to have others made, and to accomplish this he would have to hire more players. But he thought he could engage them in the West, and so, save for a few leading characters, like Mr. Piper, he took only a few actors and actresses with him.
“Well, we’re off,” murmured Joe, as, the next day, he and Blake took their places in the train that was to bear them to the West, and the flood.
“Yes, we’re off, and there’s no telling what may happen before we get back,” answered his chum, seriously.
CHAPTER V
THE RELIEF TRAIN
“What are your plans, Mr. Ringold?” asked Blake, as he and his chum, with C. C., sat in the Pullman car, talking over the situation.
“I really haven’t had time to make any very definite ones,” answered the manager. “I’m taking out a supply of money, I don’t mind saying that,” he went on, and Mr. Piper suddenly gave a quick look about the coach, and uttered a stagy hiss, as a caution to be silent.
“What’s up now?” asked Joe.
“I don’t think it’s wise to speak so plainly about money,” replied the gloomy comedian.