is gone," went on the Spaniard. "But I do
not comprehend--assimilate--no, comprehend--that is it. I do not
comprehend what you mean when you say we are at our journey's
end."

"I'll tell you," exclaimed Hank, as he glanced at Joe and Blake in
a manner that caused them to wonder. "You said you wanted to
find--"

"Pardon me--my card, gentlemen!" and the stranger extended a
rectangle of white on which was engraved the name _Vigues
Alcando_.

Blake took it, and, as he did so, from the pocket whence the
Spaniard had extracted the card, there fell a letter. Joe picked
it up, but, to his surprise it was addressed to himself and Blake
jointly, and, in the upper left hand corner was the imprint of the
Film Theatrical Company.

"Why--why," began Joe. "This is for us! Look, Blake!"

"For you! That letter for you?" cried Mr. Alcando. "Are you the
moving picture boys?"

"That's what they call us," answered Joe. "This is Blake Stewart,
and I'm his chum, Joe Duncan."

"Is it possible--is it possible!" cried Mr. Alcando. "And you have
saved my life! Why--I--I--er--I--Oh! To think of this happening
so! You are--you are--!" He put his hands to his head and seemed
to sway.

"Look out! He's going to fall!" warned Blake, springing forward to
catch the Spaniard.

CHAPTER IV

A DELAYED LETTER

But Mr. Alcando, to Americanize his name, did
not faint. After reeling uncertainly for a moment, he obtained
command of his muscles, straightened up, and stood rigid.

"I--I beg your pardons," he said, faintly, as though he had
committed some blunder. "I--I fear I am not altogether myself."

"Shouldn't wonder but what you were a bit played out," put in
Hank. "What we've just gone through with was enough to knock
anyone out, to say nothing of the crack you got on the head. Maybe
we'd better get a doctor?" and his voice framed a question, as he
looked at Joe and Blake.

"No, no!" hastily exclaimed the Spaniard, for he was of that
nationality, though born in South America, as the boys learned
later.

"I do not require the services of a physician," went on Mr.
Alcando, speaking rapidly. "I am perfectly all right now--or, I
shall be in a few moments. If I had a drink of water--"

His voice trailed off feebly, and he looked about rather
helplessly.

"There used to be a spring hereabouts," said Hank, "but I haven't
been this way in some time, and--"

"I know where it is!" interrupted Blake. He and Joe, with a
training tha