ready, and provide for a supply of film—in the morning," answered Joe.
"Good! Then we'll start. We've got hard work and some danger ahead of us."
"We're used to that—especially the danger," remarked Joe. "I guess it won't be much worse than it was in earthquake land."
"I should hope not!" murmured Mr. Piper. "I don't like this idea at all. I'm sure something is going to happen!"
"You're nervous!" cried Mr. Ringold, "and I don't blame you, either. This news has gotten on my nerves. When I think of how my friends may be suffering, it makes me wild to get out there, and help them."
"Same here!" exclaimed Blake, and I think he and Joe had a similar thought then, and the same memory of a pretty, blue-eyed girl—Birdie Lee.
The two moving picture boys spent several hours getting their cameras and equipment ready for the start the next morning, and when they tumbled into bed they "didn't need to be sung to sleep," as Blake put it.
As several of the completed films of the Western dramas had been lost in the flood, Mr. Ringold decided to have others made, and to accomplish this he would have to hire more players.
