went through with in New York, and getting those Indian films."
"That's right; we did have a time," admitted Blake.
"Well, I'm glad I've got my boy, anyhow," went on the former lighthouse worker, with a fond glance at Joe. "Nothing is worse than to have folks, and not know where to find 'em. I hungered and longed for Joe for days and nights, and now I have him. And I'm not going to lose him again, either, if I can help it," and he clasped his son's hand warmly in his palm, while tears dimmed his eyes. Joe, too, was much affected.
"If you only had your daughter now, you'd be all right," said Blake, anxious to turn the subject.
"Yes, so I would. My poor little girl! We must locate her next, Joe."
"But what about my sister?" asked Joe. "Can we find her?"
"We'll try, Joe, my boy!" exclaimed his father. "You and I together."
"Count me in!" cried Blake.
"I sure will," agreed Joe. "I wonder what will happen to us."
And what did, and how the two lads went on their new quest, will be related in the next volume of this series, to be entitled "The Moving Picture
