"You took a big risk, young fellow!" said one of the station men, severely.
"I'm used to that in my business," replied Blake, with a cool laugh. "Come on, Joe. We don't want to miss any of this fire. We can sell the film to one of the weekly newspapers, and make some of our vacation money."
"Go on! I'm with you!"
Together they made their way down to the street, and it needed but a glance to show them the extent of the blaze. The fire was in a large apartment house, and the flames had gained great headway. Thrilling rescue scenes were going on, and, from some of the upper stories, men and women were dropping into the life nets, about which, in a circle, stood the sturdy firemen, and volunteer helpers.
"Got to get this!" cried Blake. "Is there plenty of film in her, Joe?"
"I think so. But I'll get more. There's a photo-supply house about three blocks away. You start grinding away at the crank, and I'll chase down there and get another reel of film in case we want it. I guess they'll be open yet."
"All right," answered Blake, with a nod. Then he looked for a vantage point from which to make pictures of the big fire.
