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Updated: May 11, 2025
I was mounted on a horse, and with Lieutenant Hadley on foot we were marched under guard all day until we arrived at a field hospital established in the rear of Longstreet's corps, my companion being sent on to some prison for officers.
In the second volume of the series, entitled "The Moving Picture Boys in the West; Or, Taking Scenes Among the Cowboys and Indians," our heroes had an entirely different series of adventures. Mr. Ringold decided to take his theatrical troupe to Arizona, there to make films for a number of Western dramas. He asked the boys if they would like to join Mr. Hadley in doing this work.
"Very well," smiled Stafford. "Send me up the pretty one. I couldn't stand the red-haired girl just now. I've got an important deal on hand. She might queer my luck. Do that for me, old chap. Tell her as you go out, and don't forget the pretty one." "Right you are!" laughed Hadley. "I'll see you to-night at dinner. Ta ta!" He was going out when he turned round at the door.
And more than that, I will tell you, sir, that I am not to be dictated to, as to whose company I shall keep, or whom admit to my house, by any such worthless, gallows-deserving scamp as yourself!" This was more than Hadley could bear.
"Most unexpectedly there has come to me an opportunity to get some exceptional pictures. I need resourceful, nervy operators to act as camera men, and it is only paying you two a deserved compliment when I say I at once thought of you." "Thank you," murmured Blake. "No thanks necessary," responded Mr. Hadley. "So now I am ready to put my offer into words. In brief, it is "
There is one extremity. In a few minutes we can discover exactly how big the thing is. What do you think it is?" Jeter shook his head. There was no way of telling. Jeter nodded agreement to Eyer. Then he spoke into the radiophone, telling Hadley what they had found, to which he could give no name. "The world awaits in fear and trembling what you will have to report, Jeter," said Hadley.
Once more the mortar was fired, Blake and Joe, as well as Mr. Hadley, getting films of every move. "There she goes!" cried the captain, in delight, as he watched the third shot. "Over her decks as clean as you'd want! Now to get the poor souls ashore!" On board the wrecked ship could be observed a scene of activity.
"If they had, and they let it affect them as it does you, I'd fire them on the spot!" laughed Mr. Hadley; and at this, his first sign of mirth that day, Blake, Joe and some of the others smiled. "I don't want actors for this," went on the producer. "I want just plain fighters men who can imagine they have something to gain or lose, even if they are shooting only blank cartridges.
"The crushed and broken bodies in Nepal and India of course they aren't so far apart but that natives in either place might have heard the story from the other but I am inclined to believe in the inner truth of the stories in each case." Hadley turned to the two scientists.
A few escaped back to Hadley to tell the mournful tidings of the slaughter, while all the rest were slain, and all their provisions and baggage fell into the hands of the exultant savages. The barbarian victors amused themselves in cutting off the heads of the slain, which they fixed upon poles at the spot, as defiant trophies of their triumph.
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