r as good as those Blake and Joe had secured after such trouble and
risk. The attempt to get phonographic records had been a failure, the
officers of the society wrote, though another attempt would be made if
ever the Indians again broke from their reservations.

"And if they do," spoke Blake, "I'm not going to chase after them."

"Me, either," decided Joe. "I've had enough. Now the sooner we can get
to the coast the better I'll like it. Just think, my father must be as
anxious to see me as I am to find him; but as near as I can understand
it, he doesn't even know that I am alive. Think of that!"

"It is rather hard," said Blake, sympathetically. "But it won't be long
now. I heard Mr. Ringold say we would start soon."

There were a few scenes in some of the dramas enacted in Arizona that
yet needed to be filmed, and Joe and Blake helped with this work,
Macaroni assisting them and Mr. Hadley.

"And after this, nearly all our work will have to do with the sea," said
the theatrical man. "I want to depict it in all its phases; showing it
calm, and during a storm, the delights of it, as well as the perils of
the deep."

Before leaving Flagstaff it was decided to give a few exhibitions of
some of the moving pictures, so that the residents there, and a number
of the cowboys and Indians who had taken part in the plays, might see
how they looked on the screen. A suitable building was obtained, and it
was crowded at every performance.

The Indians were at first frightened, thinking it was some new and
powerful kind of "medicine" that might have a bad effect on them. With
one accord, when the film the boys had taken, showing the charge of the
soldiers on the Moquis, was put on, the redmen rushed from the building.
And it was some time before they could be induced to return.

"Say, there's my uncle, as plain as anything!" exclaimed Joe, when the
excitement had calmed down, and the reel was run over again. "There's
Sergeant Duncan, close to Captain Marsh!" and he indicated where the
trooper was riding beside the commander of the cavalry.

"That's right," agreed Blake, as the pictures flickered over the screen,
the figures being almost life size. "And he looks like you, too."

"I wonder if my father looks like that?" said Joe, softly.

There were busy days ahead of them all now, and there was much work to
be done in transporting all the "properties" to the coast, and arranging
to move the picture outfit, the cameras and th