"Not much danger of that," was Joe"s opinion.
"Come, don"t nurse a grudge," advised Blake.
It was about a week after this that the two boys were ready to take the first of the camp pictures over again.
"Better make "em double, so there won"t be another accident," advised Charles.
"Oh, don"t worry! We"ll take care of them this time," said Blake.
The long lines of khaki-clad soldiers marched and countermarched. They "hiked," went into camp, cooked, rushed into the trenches, had bayonet drill, and some went up in aeroplanes. All of this was faithfully recorded by the films.
Blake and Joe were standing together, waiting for the army officer to plan some new movements, when a voice behind the two lads asked:
"Pardon me! But are these the new official films?"
Joe and Blake turned quickly before replying. They saw regarding them a slim young fellow with a tiny moustache. His face was browned, as if from exposure to sun and air, and he wore a well-fitting and attractive blue uniform with a leather belt about his waist and another over his shoulder.
"Yes, these are the official films," answered Blake.
"And are you the official artists?"
"Camera men--just plain camera men," corrected Joe.
"Ah, I am interested!" The man spoke with a slight, and not unpleasing, accent. "Can you tell me something about your work?" he asked. "I am very much interested. I would like to know----"
At that moment Macaroni slid up to Blake with a roll of new film, and hoa.r.s.ely whispered:
"That"s the guy that knocked into me and spilled the beans!"
The Frenchman, for it was he, caught the words and smiled.
"Pardon," he murmured. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Monsieur Secor, and I believe I did have the misfortune to spoil some films for you. A thousand pardons!" and Monsieur Secor, with a quick glance at the two boys, bowed low.
CHAPTER IV
ALL ABOARD
Blake was about to make a sharp reply to the polite Frenchman, when he happened to remember what the commanding officer had said. That was that this man was, in reality, a guest of the nation. That he had come over instructed to give as much help as he could in getting the new soldiers in readiness to go "over the top."
"And so I guess I"d better not say what I was going to," mused Blake.
Then, to Monsieur Secor he replied:
"I"m sorry, but we"re not supposed to talk about our work without the permission of the commanding officer. You see----"
"Ah, I comprehend!" exclaimed the Frenchman, with another bow--a bow altogether too elaborate, Joe thought. "That is as it should be! Always obey orders. I asked, casually, as I am much interested in this motion picture work, and I have observed some of it in my country. So it was your films that I had the misfortune to spoil? I greatly regret it. I suppose it made much extra work for you."
"It did, Monsieur Secor," replied Joe rather shortly. "That is the work we are doing now."
"And if you will excuse us," went on Blake, "we shall have to leave this place and go to the other side of the parade ground. I"m sorry we cannot tell you more of our work, but you will have to get an order from----"
"Non! Non!" and the blue-uniformed officer broke into a torrent of rapid French. "It does not matter in the least," he began to translate. "I asked more out of idle curiosity than anything else. I will watch as much of your work as is permissible for me to see. Later I shall observe the finished films, I hope."
"If you don"t bust "em again!" murmured Macaroni, when out of the officer"s hearing. "I wouldn"t trust you any too much," he added, as he and the two chums moved away to get views of the soldiers from a different angle.
"What"s wrong between you and Monsieur Secor?" asked Joe. "I mean, aside from his having run into you, which he claims was an accident?"
"Well, maybe it was an accident, and maybe it wasn"t," said Charles.
"But that isn"t all. I know you, Mac. What else do you mean?" demanded Blake, as Joe began to set up the camera in the new location.
"Well, I don"t want to make any accusations, especially against a French officer, for I know they"re on our side. But I heard that Sim and Schloss are pretty sore because you fellows got this work."
"Sim and Schloss!" repeated Blake. "That Jew firm which tried to cut under us in the contract for making views of animals in Bronx Park?"
"That"s the firm," answered Macaroni. "But they"re even more German than they"re Jews. But that"s the firm I mean. One of their camera men was telling me the other day they thought they had this army work all to themselves, and they threw a fit when they heard that Hadley had it and had turned it over to you."
"It goes to show that Duncan and Stewart are making a name for themselves in the moving picture world," said Blake, with a smile.
"It goes to show that you"ve got to look out for yourselves," declared Charlie Anderson. "Those fellows will do you if they can, and I wouldn"t be surprised to hear that this frog-eating chap was in with them, and maybe he spoiled your films on purpose, by running into me."
"Nonsense!" cried Blake, speaking confidently, though at heart a little doubtful. "In the first place. Monsieur Secor wouldn"t do anything to aid a German firm. That"s positive! Again he would have no object in spoiling our films."
"He would if he"s in with Sim and Schloss," suggested Joe, taking sides with their helper. "If he could throw discredit on us, and make it appear that we were careless in doing our work, our rivals could go to the war department and, in effect, say: "I told you so!" Then they could offer to relieve us of the contract."
"Well, I suppose that"s true," admitted Blake. "And we haven"t any reason to like Sim and Schloss either. But I don"t believe they could plot so far as to get a French officer to help them as against us.
"No, Charlie," he went on, having half convinced himself by his reasoning, "I can"t quite agree with you. I think it was an accident on the part of Monsieur Secor. By the way, what"s his army t.i.tle?"
"He"s a lieutenant, I believe," answered Joe. "Anyhow, he wears that insignia. He"s mighty polite, that"s sure."
"Too polite," said Macaroni, with a grim smile. "If he hadn"t waited for me to pa.s.s him the other day he might not have rammed me. Well, it"s all in the day"s work, I reckon. Here they come, boys! Shoot!"
Blake and Joe began grinding away at the camera cranks, with their helper to a.s.sist them. Charles Anderson was more than a paid employee of the moving picture boys. He was a friend as well, and had been with the "firm" some time. He was devoted and faithful, and a good camera man himself, having helped film many large productions.
In spite of what he had said, Blake Stewart was somewhat impressed by what Charles had told him. And for the next few days, during which he was busily engaged on retaking the films, he kept as close a watch as he could on Lieutenant Secor. However, the att.i.tude and conduct of the Frenchman seemed to be above suspicion. He did not carry out his intention, if he really had it, of seeking permission from the commanding officer to observe more closely the work of Blake and Joe.
And for a few days before the last of the new films had been taken the blue-uniformed officer was not seen around the camp.
Blake and Joe were too busy to ask what had become of him. Then, too, other matters engaged their attention. For a letter came from Mr.
Hadley, telling them and Charles to hold themselves in readiness to leave for England at any time.
"It"s all settled," wrote the producer. "I have signed the contracts to take moving picture films of our boys in the French trenches, and wherever else they go on the Western front. You will get detailed instructions, pa.s.ses, and so on when you arrive on the other side."
"When do we sail?" asked Joe, after Blake had read him this letter, and when they were preparing to go back to New York, having finished their army camp work.
"The exact date isn"t settled," answered his partner. "They keep it quiet until the last minute, you know, because some word might be flashed to Germany, and the submarines be on the watch for us."