when they had bidden an affectionate farewell to the boy's mother, aunt and others of the rescued ones, "we found Charlie's folks, but we can't seem to locate our own friends."
"And yet we may find them in just as unexpected a manner as we found Mrs. Wentworth," spoke C. C. "I tell you I'm mighty glad we happened along when we did. It's just like a story out of a book."
"It would make a good moving picture, if we could show it all complete," spoke Blake.
"It could be worked up into a drama, with the flood scenes you have," declared the theatrical manager. "I could film the missing scenes later. I believe I will."
"There'll be one happy father to-night," observed Joe, thoughtfully. "When Mr. Wentworth comes back, unsuccessful, and finds his son, he sure will be happy!"
"We'll miss the little chap," spoke Blake. "He was as good as gold while he was with us."
On the chance that there might still be some in need of rescue in the town where the houses had burned, the Clytie went back through the flooded streets, but men in small boats were patrolling the district, and, thanking our friends for their work, said they would look after matters now.
