The locomotive took over part of the cars, shunted them to a switch, and then pulled over the remainder. The train was then made up again, and proceeded. But considerable time had been lost.
The night passed without incident, and on arriving at the junction point, a large city, where they were to change trains, the boys found a further chance to make films.
“What’s going on?” asked Blake, as he saw, in the depot, a number of soldiers boarding the cars. Boxes, bales and barrels were also being rushed into baggage and express cars.
“One of the relief trains, for the flood victims,” said a depot attendant. “They’re rushing food and supplies to the homeless ones, and the soldiers are going to help in the rescue work.”
“More pictures, Joe!” cried Blake. “We’ve got time before our train leaves to make a short film of this rescue train.”
CHAPTER VI
THE MISSING FILMS
Lively and varied were the scenes about the relief train. Wagons were constantly being driven up to the station, loaded with supplies that had been contributed by generous merchants, or bought with public subscriptions.
The soldiers wore serious faces, for it was reported, in a few of the large cities, that rioting and robbery had followed the trail of the flood.
“Well, I’d just like to get my hands on some of those human fiends who’ll rob at a time like this!” exclaimed a big trooper, as he banged his gun down on the platform. “I’d show him what’s what!”
“That’s right!” chimed in his comrades.