"Our first taste of the flood," murmured Blake, as he and Joe set up the camera to make moving pictures.
The boys were much interested in the work of strengthening the bridge, and got some good views of it. The work took several hours, but was finally completed enough for the train to proceed slowly—in two sections.
The locomotive took over part of the cars, shunted them to a switch, and then pulled over the remainder. The train was then made up again, and proceeded. But considerable time had been lost.
The night passed without incident, and on arriving at the junction point, a large city, where they were to change trains, the boys found a further chance to make films.
"What's going on?" asked Blake, as he saw, in the depot, a number of soldiers boarding the cars. Boxes, bales and barrels were also being rushed into baggage and express cars.
"One of the relief trains, for the flood victims," said a depot attendant. "They're rushing food and supplies to the homeless ones, and the soldiers are going to help in the rescue work."
"More pictures, Joe!" cried Blake. "We've got time before our train leaves to make a short film of this rescue train."
