meanor that everyone looked at his or her neighbor in surprise.
"Don't give up!" went on the comedian, cheerfully. "We'll help the life guards—we'll do anything. We'll save those sailors!"
"Well, get on to Gloomy; would you!" exclaimed Joe, in a low voice, to his chum. "That is the best ever! It's the first time he hasn't predicted a calamity."
"And just when anyone else would," added Blake. "For it sure is going to be hard work to save anyone from a vessel that comes ashore in such a storm as this," and he looked toward the tumbling billows in view from the windows.
Films were threaded into the moving picture cameras, the mechanism was tested, and then the whole company, even to the ladies, set forth.
"I hope the wreck gets near enough so we can get some good pictures of it," said Mr. Ringold.
"It'll have to come pretty well in shore, or the breeches buoy rope won't reach," said Mr. Hadley. "I guess we can get some good pictures."
"It's good it doesn't rain," went on the theatrical man; "though I think it's going to, soon. We'll have to get up on some elevation to avoid the spray."
Down the beach they made their way, to be joined presently by the band of sturdy fishermen.
