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The place was not far from San Diego, and it had the advantage of a heavy surf on the beach, the big waves making just the background Mr. Ringold wanted. Of course, not all the scenes were on the water-front, some taking place in front of, or within, some of the cottages, which were hired for the short time needed.
Within ten minutes after Kirk Anthony had taken the drink handed him he declared himself sleepy, and rose from the piano, only to seek a chair, into which he flung himself heavily. "It's all right," Locke told his drunken companion. "I've got a taxi waiting. We'll leave Ringold where he is."
But the pictures are being taken all the while, and it will show up great! There's not a bit of danger." "Not that way," said Miss Lee. "I'm willing to do my part, Mr. Ringold." "Well, I suppose I'll have to also," spoke C. C., with a sigh. "But I know something will happen. Some sparks will fall on me and scorch me, anyhow, I'm sure." "Oh, Gloomy!" reproachfully exclaimed Miss Shay.
My dear sir, that is old stuff." The rest of the party were on their feet instantly, watching the struggle and crowding forward with angry exclamations. Ringold, with the man's two wrists locked securely in his own huge paw, was growling: "Smooth way to do up a fellow, I call it." "All the way from St. Louis for a telephone call, eh?"
In an advertisement for a mulatto slave in 1755 Thomas Ringold, his master, expressed fear that he had escaped by the same route to the French.
And then something entirely unexpected, and not down on the bill, happened. A number of fishermen, who had seen the blaze from down the beach, came running up, all excited, thinking the fire was an accident. "Get that old pumping engine!" shouted one grizzled salt. "We'll have that blaze out in no time!" "Form a bucket brigade!" suggested another. "No! No! Let it burn!" cried Mr. Ringold.
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."
"Ahem!" he exclaimed. "Of course I don't mean that I want to see you boys caught in a landslide far from it, but " "But, if we are going to be caught that way, you hope there will be moving pictures of it; don't you, C.C.?" laughed Blake. "Now, there's no use trying to get out of it!" he added, as the gloomy actor stuttered and stammered. "We know what you mean. But where is Mr. Ringold; or Mr.
I'm going to die." "I think not, sir; the others are sick, too." "That's good! I was afraid they'd dressed and gone." It was some consolation to know that Ringold and Higgins had not escaped their share of suffering. "How is Hig the bony fellow?" "Do you mean the gentleman in thirty-two?" "How should I know his number?
Joe had his own camera, while Mr. Hadley was getting the largest one in readiness. "Let's take the automatic, too," suggested Joe. "We can start it going and not have to worry about it." "All right," agreed Blake. "Say, this is the very chance we wanted!" cried Mr. Ringold. "Think of it! A regular wreck, right at our doors!" "Oh, but the poor sailors!" exclaimed Miss Shay.
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