Blake looked toward the crack in the roof, through which the elephant had thrust its trunk. The big beast was no longer in evidence. Miss Lee, too, glanced nervously in the same direction. Blake had a sudden inspiration. “Joe!” he exclaimed, in a whisper, when he saw that there was no need for their assistance in the theatrical car. “I’ve got a dandy scheme.” “What is it?” “Let’s film this wreck.” “Film it?” asked Joe, who seemed somewhat dazed from the shock of the accident. “Yes, it will make some dandy moving pictures. A wrecked circus train, with some of the animals loose--the men trying to catch them--come on, let’s get some views. One of our machines is in this car.” “That’s right--I wish we had all three of them here,” for the lads owned three--two worked by hand, and one an automatic, operated by a portable compressed air motor. But this, as well as one of the hand machines, was with their baggage sent on ahead. “Come on!” cried Blake. “No time to lose. They’ll get the beasts back in their cages as soon as they can.” “That’s so,” agreed his chum. “But if there are lions and tigers loose, Blake----” “I don’t believe there are,” spoke Blake, quickly. “I didn’t see any when I looked; but, if there are, the beasts will be too dazed to make any trouble. Come on.” “I’m with you!” cried Joe, and they got out their camera. “What are you going to do?” asked Mr. Ringold, who was binding up a cut on Miss Shay’s arm. “Get some moving pictures of this.” “Good for you!” the theatrical manager cried. “Maybe I can work ’em in some of my dramas.” Joe and Blake were soon outside the car. A scene of confusion met their eyes, but it was not as bad as they had anticipated. The collision was what is known as a “side-swipe”--that is, the circus train stood on a siding, but not far enough beyond the switch, when the passenger train rushed by it and hit the other a glancing blow. As it was, the passenger engine was damaged, as was the first car, and the next one--that on which our friends were. But the jar to the circus train had thrown some of the cages off the flat cars and broken them. Also a box car, containing a number of the elephants, had been smashed, as well as one containing some camels. A few of the animals had been killed. “Lively work!” cried Blake, as he and his chum took in the scene. “Yes, they’re trying to catch ’em all,” agreed Joe. “Set the camera here,” and he indicated a piece of elevated ground. The circus men were rushing here and there, under the directions of someone who was evidently the manager. Sacred cows, crooked-neck camels and some ponies were being caught and driven back into one of the undamaged cars. The elephants were seemingly the easiest to handle, though they showed a disposition to wander.