"Pardon me--my card, gentlemen!" and the stranger extended a
rectangle of white on which was engraved the name _Vigues
Alcando_.

Blake took it, and, as he did so, from the pocket whence the
Spaniard had extracted the card, there fell a letter. Joe picked
it up, but, to his surprise it was addressed to himself and Blake
jointly, and, in the upper left hand corner was the imprint of the
Film Theatrical Company.

"Why--why," began Joe. "This is for us! Look, Blake!"

"For you! That letter for you?" cried Mr. Alcando. "Are you the
moving picture boys?"

"That's what they call us," answered Joe. "This is Blake Stewart,
and I'm his chum, Joe Duncan."

"Is it possible--is it possible!" cried Mr. Alcando. "And you have
saved my life! Why--I--I--er--I--Oh! To think of this happening
so! You are--you are--!" He put his hands to his head and seemed
to sway.

"Look out! He's going to fall!" warned Blake, springing forward to
catch the Spaniard.




CHAPTER IV