the details." So Blake and Joe, in turn, told of the runaway.

"What do you think of him--I mean Mr. Alcando?" asked the moving
picture man.

"Why, he seems all right," spoke Joe slowly, looking at Blake to
give him a chance to say anything if he wanted to. "I like him."

"Glad to hear it!" exclaimed Mr. Hadley heartily. "He came to us
well recommended and, as I think I explained, our company is under
obligations to concerns he and his friends are interested in, so
we were glad to do him a favor. He explained, did he not, that his
company wished to show scenes along the line of their railroad, to
attract prospective customers?"

"Yes, he told us that," observed Joe.

"What's the matter, Blake, haven't you anything to say?" asked Mr.
Hadley in a curious voice, turning to Joe's chum. "How does the
Spaniard strike you?"

"Well, he seems all right," was Blake's slow answer. "Only I
think--"

"Blake thinks he's an international spy, I guess!" broke in Joe
with a laugh. "Tell him about the 'big guns,' Blake."

"What's that?" asked Mr. Hadley, quickly.

Whereupon Blake told of the wind-blown letter and his first