of his company, that he sent out near Hannibal, Missouri, to take part in several film dramas, have been lost in the flood."
"Lost in the flood?" cried Joe. "His company of players?"
"Yes. He could give me no particulars, but he's going to start and organize a rescue party, and try to save them. He wants us to help with that work, as well as to make moving pictures for him. Some of the valuable films the company had already taken were also lost, when they were carried down the river."
"But how did it happen?" Joe wanted to know.
"He didn't have time to give me many particulars over the wire. He said he'd do that when he met us in New York."
"Some of our friends lost in the flood," murmured Joe. "I wonder if there's a chance of saving them?"
"We've got to try, anyhow," spoke Blake, seriously.
"Was C. C. among them?" Joe wanted to know, referring to the gloomy comedian.
"No, he's in New York, where Mr. Ringold also has a company at work for the movies. C. C. escaped. But Birdie Lee went adrift with the others."
