u spell
it. If we could go to one show----"

"You say there's a projector here?" interrupted Joe eagerly.

"Well, I don't know what you call it, but there's a machine here that
showed some pictures until it went on the blink."

"Maybe I can fix it," went on Joe, still eagerly. "Let's have a look at
it. But where do you get current from? This town hasn't electric
lights."

"No, but we've got a gasolene engine and a dynamo. The officers'
quarters and some of the practice trenches are lighted by electricity.
Oh, we have some parts of civilization here, even if we are near the
trenches!"

"If you've got current and that projection machine isn't too badly
broken, maybe I can fix her up," said Joe. "Let's have a look at it."

"Oh, I'll lead you to it, all right, Buddy!" cried Private Drew. "We'll
just eat up some pictures if we can get 'em! Come along! This way for
the main show!" and he laughed like a boy.

Among the outfits sent with the troops quartered in this particular
sector was a moving picture machine and many reels of film. But, as Sam
Drew had said, the machine was broken.

After Blake and his chums had reported to the officer to whom they had
letters of introduction and had been formally given their official
designation as takers of army war films, they went to the old barn which
had been turned into a moving picture theater.

There was a white cloth screen and a little gallery, made in what had
been the hay mow, for the projector machine. Joe Duncan, as the expert
mechanician of the trio, at once examined this, and said it could soon
be put in readiness for service.

"Whoop!" yelled Private Drew, who seemed to have constituted himself the
particular guide and friend of the moving picture boys. "Whoop! that's
as good as getting a letter from home! Go to it, Buddy!"

And that first night of the boys' stay at that particular part of France
was the occasion of a moving picture show. All who could crowded into
the barn, and the reels were run over and over again as different
relays of officers and men attended. For the officers were as eager as
the privates, and the moving picture boys were welcomed with open arms.

"You sure did make a hit!" laughed Private Drew. "Yes, a sure-fire hit!
Now let Fritz bang away. We should worry!"

But all was not moving pictures for Blake, Joe and their assistant, nor
for the soldier boys, either. There was hard and grim work to do in
order to be prepared for the harder