we can,
and bring all the men we can find."

"Good!" shouted the man. "It'll take some time to get the apparatus in
shape, and we'll have to drag it up the beach from the station, to about
the place where she'll come on the rocks. Go ahead, give the alarm, and
I'll go back. Whew! But this is a fierce storm!"

"Come on!" cried Blake to his chum, and they raced toward the little
fishing hamlet.

"Say!" shouted Joe. "I've got an idea!"

"What is it?"

"The wreck--it'll come close on shore, the guard says; why not make some
moving pictures of it? They'll be just what Mr. Hadley wants."

"That's it!" yelled Blake. "You've struck it. Go on and tell Mr.
Ringold, Mr. Hadley and the others, and I'll get the fishermen. Then
we'll go down the beach until we meet the life savers. It's a great
chance, Joe!"

The lads separated, one to arouse the fishermen, most of whom were in
their shacks, for it was out of the question to lift the nets in the
tremendous seas that were running.

"Come on!" cried Blake, as he saw old Abe Haskill come out to look at
the weather. "Wreck--ship coming ashore. The coast guards need help!"

"Aye, aye, lad. We're with you!" cried the sturdy old man. "I'll get
the boys. A wreck; eh? Pity the poor sailors that come ashore in such a
blow!"

Having given the alarm, Blake turned back to join his chum and the
others of the theatrical colony.

"We may need all three cameras," he reasoned; "it is such a good chance
we don't want to risk it on one film."

Blake found Mr. Hadley and his chum, with the theatrical manager and the
male members of the company, ready to set out. Joe had his own camera,
while Mr. Hadley was getting the largest one in readiness.

"Let's take the automatic, too," suggested Joe. "We can start it going
and not have to worry about it."

"All right," agreed Blake.

"Say, this is the very chance we wanted!" cried Mr. Ringold. "Think of
it! A regular wreck, right at our doors!"

"Oh, but the poor sailors!" exclaimed Miss Shay. "I do hope they may be
saved!"

"Of course they can!" cried C. C. Piper. "We'll all help. Never fear;
we'll save them!"

His tone and manner, to say nothing of his words, were in such contrast
to his usual demeanor that everyone looked at his or her neighbor in
surprise.

"Don't give up!" went on the comedian, cheerfully. "We'll help the life
guards--we'll do anything. We'll save those sailors!"

"Well, get on to Gloomy; would you!" exclaimed Jo