Nor were many persons hurt. None was in serious condition, and their injuries were dressed by a physician who chanced to be on the train. The first-aid kit carried by the theatrical company proved very useful. As for the circus people, none of them was hurt, though some were badly shaken up and bruised. A few animals were killed, but none of the valuable ones, and soon all that had escaped or strayed were safe in other cages or cars. “All aboard!” called the passenger conductor, after straightening out many tangles and wiring on ahead for another train to meet his. The theatrical car could be used, but it was considered safer to get another as soon as possible. “All aboard!” “If that circus man wants to tell us about some big proposition he has, he’d better hurry,” remarked Joe, looking out of the window to where he could see Mr. Stone directing the work of securing the cages on the flat cars. “We’ll be moving soon.” “That’s right,” agreed Blake. “I wonder what he can want us to do? I’m not going to be a circus performer, I give you that straight.” “Me either,” declared Joe. Evidently Mr. Stone attached some importance to the message he had for the moving picture boys, for no sooner did he hear the orders given to get ready to move the passenger train than, leaving the finishing of the circus work to an assistant, he hurried to the theatrical car. “Well, boys,” he began, “I suppose you have been wondering what it was I wanted to see you about?” “Somewhat,” admitted Joe. “I’ll come to the point at once,” went on Mr. Stone. “I liked the nerve you boys showed when that lion got out, and, as I said, I’ve been wanting for some time to get in touch with such lads. It takes nerve, this circus business.” “But we don’t want to get into the circus business,” interposed Blake. “As my chum here told you, we are going to the jungles of Africa to find his sister.” “That’s all right,” said Mr. Stone. “What I have to propose will fit right in with that. You know how to take moving pictures; don’t you?” “If they don’t, no one in the business does!” exclaimed Mr. Hadley. “They’re experts at it. They can get anything.” “Good! I’m glad to hear it. Do you think they could get views of the animals in the jungle--views that would show the animals in their native wilds--fighting, feeding at the water holes--just as they actually are, undisturbed by man? Could they do that?” “Of course they could!” exclaimed the head photographer, while Joe and Blake looked curiously at each other. “Then they’re just the very lads I want!” exclaimed Mr. Stone. “Listen. For some time back I have been considering the showing of films of wild animals of the jungle in connection with my circus. I have a big menagerie, as you have doubtless noticed. People are always interested in animals.