"That is hard to answer," went on the tug commander. "I know that we are taking great precautions, though, to prevent the dam, or the locks, from being damaged. Uncle Sam is taking no chances.
Well, have you pictures enough?"
"I think so," answered Blake. "When we come back we"ll stop off here and get some views from below the dam, showing the spillway."
"Yes, that ought to be interesting," the captain agreed.
The tug now steamed on her way out into Gatun Lake, and there a series of excellent views were obtained for the moving picture cameras. Mr. Alcando was allowed to do his part. He was rapidly learning what the boys could teach him.
"Of course it could never happen," the Spaniard said, when the cameras had been put away, for the views to be obtained then were of too much sameness to attract Joe or Blake, "it would never happen, and I hope it never does; but if it did it would make a wonderful picture; would it not?" he asked.
"What are you talking about?" asked Blake.
"The Gatun Dam," was the answer. "If ever it was blown up by dynamite it would make a wonderful scene."
"Too wonderful," said Joe grimly. "It would be a terrible crime against civilization to destroy this great ca.n.a.l."
"Yes, it would be a great crime," agreed the Spaniard in a low voice. A little later he went to his stateroom on the tug, and Blake and Joe remained on deck.
"Queer sort of a chap; isn"t he?" said Joe.
"He sure is--rather deep," agreed his chum.
"Are you boys going into the jungle?" asked the tug captain that afternoon.
"Yes, we want to get a few views showing life in the woods,"
answered Blake. "Why?"
"Well, the reason I asked is that I can take you to the mouth of the Chagres River and from there you won"t have so much trouble penetrating into the interior. So if you"re going--"
"I think we had better go; don"t you?" asked Blake of his chum.
"Surely, yes. We might get some fine pictures. They"ll go well with the Ca.n.a.l, anyhow; really a sort of part of the series we"re taking."
"All right, then, I"ll leave you in the jungle," the captain said.
A day or so later, stops having been made to permit the boys to film certain scenes they wanted, the tug reached Gamboa, where they stopped, to plan a trip into the interior.
Then, one morning, with their cameras loaded with film, they started off for a brief trip into the jungle.
CHAPTER XIV
IN DIRE PERIL
A small launch had been provided for the use of Blake and Joe in going into the jungle, the first part of their trip being along the Chagres River. The tug on which they had come thus far was not suitable.
Accordingly they had transferred what baggage they needed to the launch, and with their moving picture cameras, with shelter tents, food, supplies and some West Indian negroes as helpers, they were prepared to enjoy life as much as possible in the jungle of the Isthmus.
"You boys don"t seem to mind what you do to get pictures,"
commented Mr. Alcando, as they sat in the launch, going up the stream, the existence of which made possible Gatun Lake.
"No, you get so you"ll do almost anything to get a good film,"
agreed Blake.
"This is easy compared to some of the things we"ve done," Joe remarked. "You"ll become just as fascinated with it as we are, Mr.
Alcando."
"I hope so," he admitted, "for I will have to penetrate into a much wilder jungle than this if I take the views our company wants. Perhaps I can induce you to come to South America and make films for us in case I can"t do it," he concluded.
"Well, we"re in the business," remarked Blake with a smile. "But you"ll get so you can take for yourself just as good pictures as we can."
"Do you really think so?" asked the Spaniard, eagerly.
"I"m sure of it," Blake said.
The little suspicions both he and Joe had entertained of their companion seemed to have vanished. Certainly he neither did nor said anything that could be construed as dangerous. He was a polished gentleman, and seemed to regard the boys as his great friends. He often referred to the runaway accident.
As for the odd, ticking box, it seemed to have been put carefully away, for neither Blake nor Joe saw it, nor had they heard the click of it when they went near Mr. Alcando"s possessions.
The first night in the jungle was spent aboard the boat. It was pleasant enough, mosquito canopies keeping away the pests that are said to cause malaria and yellow fever, among other things. But, thanks to the activities of the American sanitary engineers the mosquitoes are greatly lessened in the ca.n.a.l zone.
"And now for some real jungle life!" cried Blake the next day, as the little party set off into the forest, a group of laborers with machetes going ahead to clear the way.
For several miles nothing worth "filming" was seen, and Blake and Joe were beginning to feel that perhaps they had had their trouble for nothing. Now and then they came to little clearings in the thick jungle, where a native had chopped down the brush and trees to make a place for his palm-thatched and mud-floored hut. A few of them cl.u.s.tered about formed a village. Life was very simple in the jungle of Panama.
"Oh, Blake, look!" suddenly cried Joe, as they were walking along a native path. "What queer insects. They are like leaves."
The boys and Mr. Alcando saw what seemed to be a procession of green leaves making its way through the jungle.
"Those are real leaves the ants carry," explained the guide, who spoke very good English. "They are called leaf-cutting ants, and each one of them is really carrying a leaf he has cut from some tree."
On closer inspection the boys saw that this was so. Each ant carried on its back a triangular leaf, and the odd part, or, rather, one of the odd features, was that the leaf was carried with the thin edge forward, so it would not blow in the wind.
"What do they do with "em?" asked Joe. "Eat "em, or make houses of "em?"
"Neither," replied the guide. "The ants put the leaves away until they are covered with a fungus growth. It is this fungus that the ants eat, and when it has all been taken from the leaves they are brought out of the ant homes, and a fresh lot of leaves are brought in. These ants are bringing in a fresh lot now, you see."
"How odd!" exclaimed Blake. "We must get a picture of this, Joe."
"We sure must!" agreed his chum.
"But how can you take moving pictures of such small things as ants?" asked Mr. Alcando.
"We"ll put on an enlarging lens, and get the camera close to them," explained Blake, who had had experience in taking several films of this sort for the use of schools and colleges.