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But if he goes at it that way just to do the job and get away, he won't have much success. And to think of going to make films of European scenery when he isn't really capable of it." "Well, some of these foreigners think they know it all when they have only a smattering of it," mused Blake. "Though Alcando isn't as bad that way as lots of others. Well, we've done our best with him.
Alcando, as he watched Joe and Blake making ready. They seemed to work mechanically slipping into rubber boots and rain coats, and, all the while, seeing that the cameras and films were in readiness. They had brought some waterproof boxes to be used in case of rain some they had found of service during the flood on the Mississippi. "No one knows what will happen," said Blake grimly.
"I will not fail if I have to sacrifice myself," was the answer of Mr. Alcando, and then with a wave of his hand the other went back up the pier. "All right?" again asked Captain Watson. "All right, my dear sir, I am sorry to have delayed you," answered Mr. Alcando with more than his usual politeness. "A little delay doesn't matter. I am at your service," the commander said.
"They could just as well have put a ton there, and blown the place to atoms, and yet they didn't use enough to blow a boulder to bits. I don't understand it." "But why should Mr. Alcando try to blow up the dam at all?" asked Blake, "That's what I can't understand." But a little later they did, for the Spaniard confessed.
"Oh, one moment, I beg of you!" cried Mr. Alcando. "I see a friend coming with a message to me," and he pointed along the pier, where the tug was tied. Coming on the run was a man who bore every appearance of being a Spaniard. "You are late," complained Mr. Alcando, as the runner handed him a letter. "You almost delayed my good friend, the captain of this tug."
"Oh, it is wonderful!" exclaimed Mr. Alcando. "Do you think I mean, would it be possible for me to " "To take some pictures? Of course!" exclaimed Blake, generously. "Here, grind this crank a while, I'm tired." The Spaniard had been given some practice in using a moving picture camera, and he knew about at what speed to turn the handle.
Alcando was eager to reach the scene of operations, and after his first enthusiasm concerning the voyage had worn off he insisted on talking about the detailed and technical parts of moving picture work to Joe and Blake, who were glad to give him the benefit of their information.
"And so at last we are really on the Panama Canal!" cried Joe as he helped Blake put in a fresh reel of unexposed film, Mr. Alcando looking on and learning "points." "That's what you are," the captain informed them, "and, just ahead of you are the locks. Now you'll see something worth 'filming, as you call it."
Alcando he was not a coward, but this was very unusual for him, to make pictures in the face of a great danger to stand calmly with a camera, turning the crank and getting view after view on the strip of celluloid film, while a flood of water rushed down on you. It was something he never dreamed of.
Hadley," explained Joe, and then he and Blake plunged into a mass of details regarding their trip, with which I need not weary you. Sufficient to say that Mr. Alcando promised to be on hand at the time of the sailing of the steamer for Colon. In due time, though a day or so later than originally planned, Blake and Joe, with their new Spanish friend, were on hand at the pier. Mr.
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