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But neither C.C. Piper, nor any of the other actors were going to the Canal, so Blake and Joe would have had to go alone had it not been for the advent of Mr. Alcando. "We're very glad to have you with us," added Blake. "How soon can you be ready to go?" "Whenever you are. I can leave to-day, if necessary." "There isn't any necessity for such a rush as that," Blake said, with a laugh.
"To cause a lack of confidence in the Canal," was the unexpected answer. "Those I represent would like to see it unused. It is going to ruin our railroad interests." Then he told of the plot in detail. Alcando was connected, as I have told you, with a Brazilian railroad. The road depended for its profits on carrying goods across South America.
"I guess we'll go on making pictures of Gatun Dam now; that is, if you're well enough," spoke Blake. "How do you feel?" "Pretty fair. How did Alcando make out?" "All right. He's learning fast. We can trust him with a camera now, out alone." "That's good. I say, Blake," and Joe's voice took on a confidential tone, "you haven't noticed anything strange about him, have you?" "Strange?
They'd do anything to get out of work; but this plan seems to them to be the easiest, so they keep it up." "Is iguana really good eating?" asked Joe. "Yes, it tastes like chicken," the guide informed them. "But few white persons can bring themselves to eat it." "I'd rather have the fruits," said Mr. Alcando. The boys had eaten two of the jungle variety.
As he did so, Blake caught sight of a small box, with some peculiar metal projections on it, sticking out from amid a pile of papers. "Yes, much to do," went on Mr. Alcando. And then, either by accident or design, he shoved some papers in such a way that the small box was completely hidden. "We have just come from Mr.
I'm going to faint!" cried Blake, staggered at the immensity of the figure. "That dam is indeed the key to the whole lock," murmured Mr. Alcando, as he looked at the wonderful piece of engineering. "If it were to break the Canal would be ruined." "Yes, ruined, or at least destroyed for many years," said Captain Watson solemnly. "But it is impossible for the dam to break of itself.
"They are not only dangerous, but they do terrible damage to the Canal and the machinery. We want no more slides." "But some are predicted," Blake remarked. "Yes, I know they say they come every so often. But now it would take a pretty big one to do much damage. We have nearly tamed Culebra." "If there came a big slide here it would block the Canal," observed Mr. Alcando, speculatively.
Alcando, as they sat in the launch, going up the stream, the existence of which made possible Gatun Lake. "No, you get so you'll do almost anything to get a good film," agreed Blake. "This is easy compared to some of the things we've done," Joe remarked. "You'll become just as fascinated with it as we are, Mr. Alcando."
"Yes," agreed Blake. "Let's go out on the balcony for a breath of air." Their room opened on a small balcony which faced the beach. Mr. Alcando had a room two or three apartments farther along the corridor, and his, too, had a small balcony attached.
When he did open his lips it was to ask: "Well, what do you think of it, Blake?" Blake drew a long breath, and replied, questioningly: "What do you think of it?" "I asked you first!" laughed Joe. "No, but seriously, what do you make of it all?" "Make of it? You mean going to Panama?" "Yes, and this chap Alcando. What do you think of him?" Blake did not answer at once.
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