prompt those government men may be. Of course they're interested, in a general way, in making the capture; but aside from that, you and I have a personal motive; for I'll admit I'm as interested as you are in proving that your father is innocent.
"So what's the matter with getting back up on the cliff as soon as we can, and seeing if we can trace those fellows. You know we've had some experience after taking films of those Indians, and can follow signs pretty well."
"I'm with you, Blake!" cried Joe. "We'll do it. I guess Mr. Ringold will let us off when he knows how important it is."
They spoke of the matter to the theatrical man early the next morning, and he readily agreed to let them continue the work of trying to capture the wreckers.
"Go ahead, boys," he said. "Mr. Hadley and your lad, Macaroni, can take what films we want to-day. And I would like to see you get those wreckers. There's no meaner criminal alive. All we'll do for the next couple of days is to get ready for our big drama—I've planned a new one—and I sure will want you boys to help film it for me."
"What's it going to be about?" asked Blake.
"It's a sea story, and a wreck figures in it."
"A real wreck?" asked Joe, in some surprise. "That will be hard to do; won't it?"
