“Say, this is the very chance we wanted!” cried Mr. Ringold. “Think of it! A regular wreck, right at our doors!”
“Oh, but the poor sailors!” exclaimed Miss Shay. “I do hope they may be saved!”
“Of course they can!” cried C. C. Piper. “We’ll all help. Never fear; we’ll save them!”
His tone and manner, to say nothing of his words, were in such contrast to his usual demeanor that everyone looked at his or her neighbor in surprise.
“Don’t give up!” went on the comedian, cheerfully. “We’ll help the life guards—we’ll do anything. We’ll save those sailors!”
“Well, get on to Gloomy; would you!” exclaimed Joe, in a low voice, to his chum. “That is the best ever! It’s the first time he hasn’t predicted a calamity.”
“And just when anyone else would,” added Blake. “For it sure is going to be hard work to save anyone from a vessel that comes ashore in such a storm as this,” and he looked toward the tumbling billows in view from the windows.
Films were threaded into the moving picture cameras, the mechanism was tested, and then the whole company, even to the ladies, set forth.
“I hope the wreck gets near enough so we can get some good pictures of it,” said Mr. Ringold.
“It’ll have to come pretty well in shore, or the breeches buoy rope won’t reach,” said Mr. Hadley. “I guess we can get some good pictures.”