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Rh "Now the cameras and films!" yelled Blake. "Get on the raft, Joe, and I'll pass them to you."

Stopping only to gather up a few personal belongings, Joe leaped to the surface of the raft. It had been a large one, though only part of it remained now, and it was well up out of the water.

"Here you go!" cried Blake, as he handed down the reels of exposed film. And how glad Blake was that they had taken the precaution to wrap them in oil-cloth! For it was raining, and he had to lay the reels down on the raft, where the water would drizzle on them.

"Any more?" asked Joe, as he came back from the center of the log raft, where he had piled the things Blake handed to him out of the motor boat.

"The cameras now. They're loaded, so be careful of them. We may get a chance to take more views," spoke Blake, hopefully.

"It doesn't seem so," commented Joe, as he glanced at the sinking Clytie.

Mr. Ringold and C. C. were busy saving what they could to give aid and comfort while aboard the raft. It could not be much, for there was little time to spare.

"She's going!" warned the actor, as he passed out another roll of blankets and bedding.

"I think she is," agreed the manager, as the