"That Frenchman!"
"What accident was it?"
"Why, he ran into me with his auto, and the army films are all spoiled—light-struck!"
"Whew!" whistled Blake, and Joe despairingly banged his fist against his camera.
CHAPTER III
MONSIEUR SECOR
Macaroni sank down on a chair. Blake said, afterward, their young assistant gave a very fair imitation, as far as regarded the look on his face, of C.C. Piper.
"Ruined! Just plumb ruined!" murmured Charles Anderson.
"But what happened? Tell us about it!" begged Joe. "You say some one ran into you?"