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 Canal. 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 Canal 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.

"You met the young Spaniard who had a letter of introduction to
you; did you not?" asked Mr. Hadley, after a pause.

"Yes," answered Blake. "Met him under rather queer circumstances,
too. I guess we hinted at them in our letter."

"A mere mention," responded Mr. Hadley. "I should be glad to hear