The movie boys in the jungle

A big wave came tumbling up the beach, rolling over and over in its foamy grip a man clad in a life guard’s bathing costume; while farther up the sands two lads, at the handles...

Joe Duncan looked at his chum Blake Stewart in surprise. Neither knew what to say, and Mr. Duncan seemed so affected by the unexpected news that his son was seriously alarmed.

“That’s right, Joe. It’s a little too fast to suit me. I always get to thinking what would happen if we hit anything at full speed,” and Blake Stewart looked out of the window r...

“We’ve struck a circus train,” replied the boy. “Not a bad smash, I guess, for I don’t see many cars piled up. But a lot of the animals are out.”

“What sort of an offer do you think he’s going to make us, Blake?” asked Joe, as they finished the films of the circus wreck, and began taking their camera apart.

Blake and Joe soon made friends aboard the ship. They were lively lads, and as soon as it became known they were on voyage to Africa they were asked many questions.

Blake and Joe hardly knew whether to believe the evidence of their senses or not. To all appearances there, before them, in a narrow bunk, was C. C. Piper, the erstwhile comedia...

For a moment Joe and Blake did not know whether or not to tell Mr. Duncan what they had seen in the paper. Then the realization came to Joe that he could not hope to conceal fro...

The queer English-style coaches, specially made to afford protection against the tropical sun; the odd little engine and many other things about the railroad through Africa, mak...

Joe and Blake looked out on the queer throng of native porters. The Africans seemed a motley lot with which to venture into the interior of the jungle, far away from other white...

“Maybe we can scare him off!” suggested the other. Blake was not foolhardy, but he really did not understand the danger of the hippo as the actor-hunter did. Besides, he wanted...

“I should say so!” exclaimed C. C. Piper. “If there’s one inch of me that hasn’t been bitten by some of these ticks, I’d like someone to point it out. I know I’ll never get back...

Crowding around Mr. Piper they all tried at once to look at what he had picked up. It was something covered with dust and ashes--something swollen with the rains that had fallen...

“That’s about it, Mr. Duncan,” answered the former soldier. “That is, not exactly here, but in this vicinity. These are some Masai warriors out on a hunt. Probably their village...

Disappointment was the portion of our friends. They had been so sure all along that they were on the right trail that to get to the end and find that all their work had been a f...

“Say, you fellows are so excited you don’t know whether you’re standing on your head or on your heels,” complained C. C. Piper, as he looked into the tent, lighted by a swinging...

They both fired together, taking the best aim they could under the circumstances, for it is not the easiest thing in the world to hit a rhinoceros in that fashion, nor to strike...

Happy One sent back the call to the porters in the rear, and at the news of elephants there were mingled expressions. While some of the black men chanted of the power of the mig...

Cautiously the moving picture boys made their way along the elephant trail. They had two cameras with them, for they remembered the accident that had interfered with their getti...

“It seems to be the only thing to do,” spoke Mr. Duncan. “Our information is to the effect that the native camp we wish to reach is down in this direction, and the river offers...

He stopped feeding and began sniffing the air, at the same time peering about with his little pig-like eyes. The birds were circling about, seemingly in an endeavor to locate th...

“And he doesn’t quite know whether he’s going to be captured, or whether we’re friends,” remarked Blake. “Joe, do you s’pose it’s possible that he can be from--from your sister...

They were in a dense part of the jungle. On all sides of them were immense trees, growing so close together that one could see only a little way in either direction. Between the...

Waiting in the darkness, looking down on the camp of the kidnapping Africans, Joe, Blake and the sergeant, and the blacks with them, listened for the echoes of the shots that wo...

For a moment there was a lull in the noise. The firing had ceased, the skyrockets and Roman candles had died away. The aerial bombs no longer crashed like thunder overhead.