The Moving Picture Boys on the Coast

Publisher Marketing: "Well, Blake, it doesn't seem possible that we have succeeded; does it?" and the lad who asked the question threw one leg over the saddle of his pony, to ride side fashion for a while, as a rest and change. "No, Joe, it doesn't," answered another youth. "But we sure have got some dandy films in those boxes!" and he looked back on some laden burros that were following the cow ponies across a stretch of Arizona desert. "Well, all I've got to say," remarked the cowboy, the third member of the trio; "is that taking moving pictures is about as strenuous work as rounding up or branding cattle." "I guess you don't quite believe that, Hank; do you?" asked Blake Stewart. "You haven't seen us work so very hard; have you?" "Work hard? I should say I have," answered Hank Selby. "Why, the time those Indians charged our cave, and Joe and I, and Munson and his crowd were getting ready to fire point-blank at them, there you stood, with bullets whizzing near you more than once, grinding away at the handle of your moving picture camera as hard as you could. Hard work-huh!" "But we got the films," declared Blake, not caring to go too deeply into an argument. "And I'm anxious to see how they will develop." "So am I," declared Joe. "I wonder what will be next on the program?" "Why, you're going to look for your father; aren't you, Joe-your father whom you haven't seen since you were a little chap-whom you can't even remember?" and Blake looked sharply at his chum and partner, Joe Duncan.