hard as you could. Hard work--huh!"

"But we got the films," declared Blake, not caring to go too deeply into
an argument. "And I'm anxious to see how they will develop."

"So am I," declared Joe. "I wonder what will be next on the program?"

"Why, you're going to look for your father; aren't you, Joe--your father
whom you haven't seen since you were a little chap--whom you can't even
remember?" and Blake looked sharply at his chum and partner, Joe Duncan.

"That's what I am, Blake, just as soon as I can get to the coast. But I
mean, what will we do after that? Go back to New York?"

"I suppose so, and take up our trade of making moving picture films for
whoever wants them. It will be a rather tame life after the excitement
we have had out here."

"That's what. But maybe it will be good for a change."

The two moving picture boys, I might explain briefly, were on their way
to Flagstaff, Arizona, after having gone out into the wilds, with a
cowboy guide, Hank Selby, to make moving picture films of some Moqui
Indians who had broken away from their reservation, to indulge in some
of their weird dances and ceremonies.

While making these films, the boys and their companion, who were hidden
in a cave where the Indians could not see them, saw the redmen about to
torture, as they thought, four white prisoners. Joe and Blake recognized
these men as their business rivals, who were also trying to get some
moving picture films of the Indians, to secure a prize of a thousand
dollars, offered by a New York geographical and ethnological society.

To fire on the Indians, and thus save the white captives, meant that
Joe, Blake and Hank would disclose their position in the cave, but there
was nothing else to do, and they did it.

The white captives, unexpectedly freed, came rushing toward the shelter,
with the savages after them, and it looked as if there would be a fierce
fight. In spite of this Blake held his ground, taking picture after
picture.

And, in the nick of time, a troop of United States cavalry came dashing
up to capture the renegade Indians, who surrendered; Blake also getting
pictures of the dash of the troopers.

Unexpectedly in the company was a Sergeant Duncan who proved to be a
half-uncle of Joe Duncan, and the sergeant was able to tell the lad
where his long-lost father was last heard from, since Joe had only
lately learned that his parent was living.

And so, after their strenuous time in getting pictu