"I'll go on a little farther," said Joe. "We'll get views from two different places."
"What can I do?" asked the Spaniard, anxious not only to help his friends, but to learn as much as he could of how moving pictures are taken under adverse circumstances.
"You stay with Blake," suggested Joe. "I've got the little camera and I can handle that, and my extra films, alone and with ease. Stay with Blake."
It was well the Spaniard did.
With a rush and roar, a grinding, crashing sound a large mass of earth, greater in extent than any that had preceded, slipped from the side of the hill.
"Oh, what a picture this will make!" cried Blake, enthusiastically.
He had his camera in place, and was grinding away at the crank, Mr. Alcando standing ready to assist when necessary.
"Take her a while," suggested Blake, who was "winded" from his run, and carrying the heavy apparatus.
The big portion of the slide seemed to have subsided, at least momentarily. Blake gave a look toward where Joe had gone. At that moment, with a roar like a blast of dynamite a whole section of the hill seemed to slip away and then, with a grinding crash the slanting earth on which Joe stood, and where he had planted the tripod of his camera, went out from under him.
Joe and his camera disappeared from sight.