For, truth to tell, they were very enthusiastic about their moving picture work, and though they were no fonder of a "grind" than any real boys are, they were always ready to go back to the clicking cranks that unwound the strips of celluloid film, which caught on its sensitive surface the impressions of so many wonderful scenes.
They called at the hotel one evening to tell Mr. Alcando that they were going to New York the following day, and that he could, if he wished, accompany them. But they found he had already left. He had written them a note, however, in which he said he would meet them in the metropolis at the offices of the moving picture concern, and there complete plans for the trip to Panama.
"Queer he didn"t want to go in to New York with us," said Blake.
"There you go again!" laughed Joe. "Getting suspicious again. Take it easy, Blake."
"Well, maybe I am a bit too fussy," admitted his chum.
Their trip to, and arrival in, New York was unattended by any incidents worth chronicling, and, taking a car at the Grand Central Terminal, they were soon on their way to the film studios.
"Well, well! If it isn"t Blake and Joe!" cried C.C. Piper, the grouchy actor, as he saw them come in. "My, but I am glad to see you!" and he shook their hands warmly.
"Glad something pleases you," said Miss Shay, with a shrug of her shoulders. "You"ve done nothing but growl ever since this rehearsal started." Blake and Joe had arrived during an intermission in the taking of the studio scenes of a new drama.
"Is he as bad as ever?" asked Joe of Mabel Pierce, the new member of the company.
"Well, I don"t know him very well," she said, with a little blush.
"He"s worse!" declared Nettie Shay. "I wish you"d take him out somewhere, boys, and find him a good nature. He"s a positive bear!"
"Oh, come now, not as bad as that!" cried Mr. Piper. "I am glad to see you boys, though," and really he seemed quite delighted.
"What"s on?" he asked. "Are you going with us to California? We"re going to do a series of stunts there, I hear."
"Sorry, but we"re not booked to go," said Blake. "I guess it"s Panama and the Ca.n.a.l for us."
Mr. Piper seemed to undergo a quick and curious change. His face, that had been lighted by a genial smile, became dull and careworn.
His manner lost its joyousness.
"That"s too bad!" he exclaimed. "Panama! You"re almost sure to be buried alive under one of the big Culebra slides, and we"ll never see you again!"
CHAPTER VIII
OFF FOR PANAMA
There was a moment of silence following Mr.
Piper"s gloomy prediction, and then Miss Shay, with a laugh, cried out:
"Oh, what a shame! I"d keep still if I couldn"t say anything nicer than _that_."
"Not very cheerful; is he?" spoke Joe.
"About the same as usual," commented Blake, drily.
"Well, it"s true, just the same!" declared C.C. Piper, with an air of conviction.
""The truth is not to be spoken--at all times,"" quoted Miss Pierce.
"Good for you!" whispered Joe.
C.C. seemed a little put out at all the criticism leveled at him.
"Ahem!" he exclaimed. "Of course I don"t mean that I want to see you boys caught in a landslide--far from it, but--"
"But, if we _are_ going to be caught that way, you hope there will be moving pictures of it; don"t you, C.C.?" laughed Blake. "Now, there"s no use trying to get out of it!" he added, as the gloomy actor stuttered and stammered. "We know what you mean. But where is Mr. Ringold; or Mr. Hadley?"
"They"re around somewhere," explained Miss Shay, when the other members of the company, with whom they had spent so many happy and exciting days, had offered their greetings. "Are you in such a hurry to see them?" she asked of Blake.
"Oh, not in such an _awful_ hurry," he answered with a laugh, as Birdie Lee came out of a dressing room, smiling rosily at him.
"I guess not!" laughed Miss Shay.
Soon the interval between the scenes of the drama then being "filmed," or photographed, came to an end. The actors and actresses took their places in a "ball room," that was built on one section of the studio floor.
"Ready!" called the manager to the camera operator, and as the music of an unseen orchestra played, so that the dancing might be in perfect time, the camera began clicking and the action of the play, which included an exciting episode in the midst of the dance, went on. It was a gay scene, for the ladies and gentlemen were dressed in the "height of fashion."
It was necessary to have every detail faithfully reproduced, for the eye of the moving picture camera is more searching, and far-seeing, than any human eye, and records every defect, no matter how small. And when it is recalled that the picture thrown on the screen is magnified many hundred times, a small defect, as can readily be understood, becomes a very large one.
So great care is taken to have everything as nearly perfect as possible. Blake and Joe watched the filming of the drama, recalling the time when they used to turn the handle of the camera at the same work, before they were chosen to go out after bigger pictures--scenes from real life. The operator, a young fellow; whom both Blake and Joe knew, looked around and nodded at them, when he had to stop grinding out the film a moment, to allow the director to correct something that had unexpectedly gone wrong.
"Don"t you wish you had this easy job?" the operator asked.
"We may, before we come back from Panama," answered Blake.
A little later Mr. Ringold and Mr. Hadley came in, greeting the two boys, and then began a talk which lasted for some time, and in which all the details of the projected work, as far as they could be arranged in advance, were gone over.
"What we want," said Mr. Hadley, "is a series of pictures about the Ca.n.a.l. It will soon be open for regular traffic, you know, and, in fact some vessels have already gone through it. But the work is not yet finished, and we want you to film the final touches.
"Then, too, there may be accidents--there have been several small ones of late, and, as I wrote you, a man who claims to have made a study of the natural forces in Panama declares a big slide is due soon.
"Of course we won"t wish the ca.n.a.l any bad luck, and we don"t for a moment want that slide to happen. Only--"
"If it does come you want it filmed!" interrupted Blake, with a laugh.
"That"s it, exactly!" exclaimed Mr. Ringold.
"You"ll find plenty down there to take pictures of," said Mr.
Hadley. "We want scenes along the Ca.n.a.l. Hire a vessel and take moving pictures as you go along in her. Go through the Gatun locks, of course. Scenes as your boat goes in them, and the waters rise, and then go down again, ought to make a corking picture!"
Mr. Hadley was growing enthusiastic.
"Get some jungle scenes to work in also," he directed. "In short, get scenes you think a visitor to the Panama Ca.n.a.l would be interested in seeing. Some of the films will be a feature at the Panama Exposition in California, and we expect to make big money from them, so do your best."
"We will!" promised Joe, and Blake nodded in acquiescence.