"Yes," agreed Joe, "and I ought to have had one from--"

He stopped suddenly, and a blush suffused the tan of his cheeks.

"Might as well say it as think it," broke in Blake with another
laugh that showed his white, even teeth. "Hasn't Mabel written to
you this week?"

"What if she hasn't?" fired back Joe.

"Oh, nothing. Only--"

"Only I suppose you are put out because you haven't had a postcard
from Birdie Lee!" challenged Joe.

"Oh, well, have it your own way," and Blake, with a shrug of his
broad shoulders, began to wheel the motor cycle into the shed.

"No, but it is queer; isn't it?" went on Joe. "Here we've been
back from the flood district over two weeks now, and we haven't
had a line from Mr. Hadley. He promised to write, too, and let us
know what sort of moving pictures he might be in line for next.
Our vacation will soon be over, and we don't want to be idle."

"That's right," agreed his chum. "There's no money in sitting
around, when the film isn't running. Oh, well, I suppose Mr.
Hadley has been so busy that he hasn't had time to make his plans.

"Besides," Blake went on, "you know there was a lot of trouble
over the Mississippi flood pictures--reels of film getting lost,