Two days later, during which they wondered at and discussed the possibilities of making films on the battle fronts of Europe, the two youths were in Wrightstown.
One incident occurred while they were at work there that had a considerable bearing on what afterward happened to them. This was after Joe and Blake had finished making a fine set of films, showing the drilling of Uncle Sam's new soldiers, the views to be used to encourage enlistments about the country.
"These are some of the best views we've taken yet in this particular line," observed Joe to Blake, as they sent the boxed reels to New York by one of their helpers to be developed.
"Yes, I think so myself. Of course, they're peaceful, compared to what we may take in France, but——"
He was interrupted by the unexpected return of Charles Anderson, nicknamed "Macaroni," their chief helper, who hurriedly entered the tent assigned to the two boys.
"What's the trouble, Mac?" asked Joe, that being the shortened form of the nickname. "You look worried."
"And so would you, Joe, if you'd had an accident like mine!"
"An accident?" cried Blake, in some alarm.
"Yes! At least, he said it was an accident!"
"Who said so?"