"I am delighted that you have called," the Spaniard said, "and I hope you bring me good news."
"Yes," said Blake, "we are going--"
As he spoke there came in through the window a puff of air, that scattered the papers on the table. One, seemingly part of a letter, was blown to Blake"s feet. He picked it up, and, as he handed it back to Mr. Alcando, the lad could not help seeing part of a sentence. It read:
"... go to Panama, get all the pictures you can, especially the big guns...."
Blake felt himself staring eagerly at the last words.
CHAPTER VII
IN NEW YORK
"Ah, my letters have taken unto themselves wings,"
laughed the Spaniard, as he stooped to pick up the scattered papers. "And you have a.s.sisted me in saving them," he went on, as he took the part of the epistle Blake held out to him.
As he did so Mr. Alcando himself had a glimpse of the words Blake had thought so strange. The foreigner must have, in a manner, sensed Blake"s suspicions, for he said, quickly:
"That is what it is not to know your wonderful American language.
I, myself, have much struggles with it, and so do my friends. I had written to one of them, saying I expected to go to Panama, and he writes in his poor English, that he hopes I do go, and that I get all the pictures I can, especially big ones."
He paused for a moment, looking at Blake sharply, the boy thought.
Then the Spaniard went on:
"Only, unfortunately for him, he does not yet know the difference between "guns" and "ones." What he meant to say was that he hoped I would get big pictures--big ones, you know. And I hope I do. I suppose you do take big moving pictures--I mean pictures of big scenes, do you not?" and he included Joe in the question he asked.
"Oh, yes, we"ve taken some pretty big ones," Blake"s chum admitted, as he thought of the time when they had so recently been in the flooded Mississippi Valley, and when they had risked danger and death in the jungle, and in earthquake land.
"Though, I suppose," went on Mr. Alcando, as he folded the part of a letter Blake had picked up, "I suppose there are big guns at Panama--if one could get pictures of them--eh?" and again he looked sharply at Blake--for what reason our hero could not determine.
"Oh, yes, there are big guns down there," said Joe. "I forget their size, and how far they can hurl a projectile. But we"re not likely to get a chance to take any pictures, moving or otherwise, of the defenses. I fancy they are a sort of government secret."
"I should think so," spoke Blake, and there was a curious restraint in his manner, at which Joe wondered.
"Yes, we probably won"t get much chance to see the big guns," went on the Spaniard. "But I am content if I learn how to become a moving picture operator. I shall write to my friend and tell him the difference between the word "one" and "gun." He will laugh when he finds out his mistake; will he not?" and he glanced at Blake.
"Probably," was the answer. Blake was doing some hard thinking just then.
"But so you have decided to go to the Ca.n.a.l?" asked the Spaniard, when he had collected his scattered papers.
"Yes, we are going down there," answered Blake, "and as Mr. Hadley wishes you to go along, of course we"ll take you with us, and teach you all we know."
"I hope I shall not be a burden to you, or cause you any trouble,"
responded the Spaniard, politely, with a frank and engaging smile.
"Oh, no, not at all!" returned Joe, cordially. He had taken quite a liking to the chap, and antic.i.p.ated pleasure in his company.
Usually when he and Blake went off on moving picture excursions they had some members of the Film Theatrical Company with them, or they met friends on the way, or at their destination. But neither C.C. Piper, nor any of the other actors were going to the Ca.n.a.l, so Blake and Joe would have had to go alone had it not been for the advent of Mr. Alcando.
"We"re very glad to have you with us," added Blake. "How soon can you be ready to go?"
"Whenever you are. I can leave to-day, if necessary."
"There isn"t any necessity for such a rush as that," Blake said, with a laugh. "We"ll finish out our week"s vacation, and then go to New York. Our cameras will need overhauling after the hard service they got in the flood, and we"ll have to stay in New York about a week to get things in shape. So we"ll probably start for the Ca.n.a.l in about two weeks."
"That will suit me excellently. I shall be all ready for you,"
said the Spaniard.
"Then I"ll write to Mr. Hadley to expect us," Blake added.
The boys left Mr. Alcando straightening out his papers, and started back through the town to the farm.
"What made you act so funny, Blake, when you picked up that piece of paper?" asked Joe, when they had alighted from their motor cycle at the Baker homestead a little later.
"Well, to tell you the truth, Joe, I was a bit suspicious."
"What about; that gun business?"
"Yes," and Blake"s voice was serious.
"b.u.t.termilk and corn cakes!" cried Joe with a laugh. "You don"t mean to say you think this fellow is an international spy; do you?
Trying to get secrets of the United States fortifications at the Ca.n.a.l?"
"Well, I don"t know as I exactly believe _that_, Joe, and yet it was strange someone should be writing to him about the big guns."
"Yes, maybe; but then he explained it all right."
"You mean he _tried_ to explain it."
"Oh, well, if you look at it that way, of course you"ll be suspicious. But I don"t believe anything of the sort. It was just a blunder of someone who didn"t know how, trying to write the English language.
"It"s all nonsense to think he"s a spy. He came to Mr. Hadley well recommended, and you can make up your mind Mr. Hadley wouldn"t have anything to do with him if there was something wrong."
"Oh, well, I don"t exactly say he"s a _spy_," returned Blake, almost wavering. "Let it go. Maybe I am wrong."
"Yes, I think you are," said Joe. "I like that chap, and I think we"ll have fine times together."
"We"ll have hard work, that"s one thing sure," Blake declared. "It isn"t going to be easy to get good pictures of the big ditch. And waiting for one of those Culebra Cut slides is going to be like camping on the trail of a volcano, I think. You can"t tell when it"s going to happen."
"That"s right," agreed Joe with a laugh. "Well, we"ll do the best we can, old man. And now let"s go on a picnic, or something, to finish out our vacation. We won"t get another this year, perhaps."
"Let"s go down and see how they"re coming on with the new bridge, where the horse tried to jump over the ravine," suggested Blake, and, a little later they were speeding in that direction.
The final week of their stay in the country went by quickly enough, and though the boys appreciated their vacation in the quiet precincts of Central Falls, they were not altogether sorry when the time came to leave.