taking views of the work at the levee. More laborers had come with the advent of daylight, and other white men arrived to relieve those who had overseen the work during the hours of darkness.
The scene on the levee was a lively one, and also a dangerous one, for the waters were beating with ever-increasing force on the sloping wall of earth and stones, that held back the raging torrent from the town.
"This will be one great picture," murmured Joe, as he contemplated the series of scenes.
"That is, if you get a chance to develop it, and show it," remarked Mr. Piper.
"What do you mean?" asked Blake.
"Well, it looks to me as if this flood was going to get worse, and if we go down stream, where the river is wider, we may not be able to pull through."
"Hold on there!" cried Mr. Ringold, shaking a warning finger at the actor. "Don't let your liver get away with you."
"That's so—I forgot," exclaimed C. C. "I guess we'll pull through all right, after all," he added in more cheerful tones.
"That's the way to talk!" cried Blake, encouragingly.
That was one peculiar trait of Mr. Piper's.
