"To the war?" cried Joe.
"Yes; but to take films, not prisoners!"
"Great!" cried Blake. "That suits me, all right!"
"The same here!" agreed Joe instantly. "Tell us more about it!"
"I will in a few days," promised the producer. "I have several details to arrange. Meanwhile, I have a little commission for you along the same line, but it's right around here—or, rather, down in Wrightstown, New Jersey, at one of the army camps.
"I can tell you this much: If you go to Europe, it will be as special agents of Uncle Sam, making films for the use of the army. You will be commissioned, if my plans work out, though you will be non-combatants. The war department wants reliable films, and they asked me to get some for them. I at once thought of you two as the best camera men I could pick out. I also have a contract for getting some films here of army encampment scenes, and you can do these while I'm waiting to perfect my other arrangements, if you like."
"Down at Wrightstown, is it?" cried Joe. "Well, I guess we can take that in. How about it, Blake?"
"Sure we can. That is, if you're through with us on this serial."
"Yes. The most important scenes of that are made now, and some of my other camera men will do for what is left. So if you want to go to the Jersey camp I'll get your papers ready."
"We'll go," decided Blake.