The movie boys in peril

With a series of puffs and chugs a big, shiny motor cycle turned from the road into the graveled drive at the side of a white farmhouse. Two boys sat on the creaking saddles. Th...

“I haven’t thought, yet, but if we can get ahead of the horse we may be able to stop him before he gets to the road-barrier or to the dangerous turn.”

They reached--only just in time--the broken and collapsed carriage with its two front wheels mere twisted and splintered spokes. The moving picture boys reached it, and with str...

“Shouldn’t wonder but what you were a bit played out,” put in Hank. “What we’ve just gone through with was enough to knock anyone out, to say nothing of the crack you got on the...

“Sim Rolinson, the postmaster, give it to him, I guess,” volunteered Sam. “Sim generally takes around the special delivery letters himself, but he must have been busy when this...

For a little while, after he had read to Joe the letter from Mr. Hadley, Blake remained silent. Nor did his chum speak. When he did open his lips it was to ask:

“Ah, my letters have taken unto themselves wings,” laughed the Spaniard, as he stooped to pick up the scattered papers. “And you have assisted me in saving them,” he went on, as...

“But, if we _are_ going to be caught that way, you hope there will be moving pictures of it; don’t you, C. C.?” laughed Blake. “Now, there’s no use trying to get out of it!” he...

Blake and Joe were too well-seasoned travelers to care to witness many of the scenes attendant upon the departure of their vessel. Though young in years, they had already crowde...

“Nonsense!” exclaimed Blake. “It’s probably only some sort of foreign alarm clock, and he stuffed it in there so the ticking wouldn’t keep him awake. I’ve done the same thing wh...

“And you’re afraid he will get ahead of you in your invention of a focus tube; aren’t you?” continued Blake, not giving his companion a chance to finish what he started to say....

“That’s the central pier,” the captain informed him. “It’s a sort of guide wall, to protect the locks. You know there are three locks at this end; or, rather, six, two series of...

“What will we do with the cameras, Blake? The films, too, they will all be spoiled--we haven’t enough waterproof cases!” cried Joe to his chum, as the boat, through some acciden...

A small launch had been provided for the use of Blake and Joe in going into the jungle, the first part of their trip being along the Chagres River. The tug on which they had com...

Joe sprang to his feet at the sound of his chum’s voice. He had come ashore, after splashing around in the water, and, for the moment, Blake was alone in the river.

Judging by Mr. Alcando’s manner no one would have thought he had said anything out of the ordinary. But both Blake and Joe had heard his low-voiced words, and both stared aghast...

The crashing and splintering of wood, the grinding of one vessel against the other at the concrete pier, the shrill tooting of the whistles, and the confused shouts of the respe...

For a short space there was a calm that seemed more thrilling than the wildest confusion. It took a few seconds for the rush of water to reach the Bohio, and when it did the tug...

From outside the cabin of the tug came a confused series of sounds. First there was the swish and pelt of the rain, varied as the wind blew the sheets of water across the deck....

“Look!” cried Mr. Alcando. He would have said more--have uttered some of the expressions of fear and terror that raced through his mind, but he could not speak the words. He cou...

Blake spent a week at Culebra Cut, making pictures of the removal of the great mass of earth that had slid into the water. The chief engineer, General George W. Goethals, had or...

“Oh, my alarm clock--yes!” exclaimed the Spaniard. “I take it out with me on my trips. Often, when I have finished taking pictures, I try to do a little work on it. There is one...

For an instant the moving picture boys could hardly grasp the meaning of the fateful words spoken by Captain Wiltsey. But it needed only a look at his face to tell that he was l...

“Take that with you. Easy now. Don’t make a noise, and don’t speak above a whisper!” cautioned Blake Stewart. “You’ll work one machine, and I’ll attend to the other. We’ll put t...

“Yes,” whispered Joe. All the suspicions he had had--all those he had laughed at Blake for harboring, came back to him in a rush. The brass-bound box contained clockwork. Was it...