This time nothing happened. C. C. swam out to the boat containing Miss Lee, one of the younger actresses, brought her to shore, and she was carried into the lighthouse, which was near at hand. “That’ll be all for the present, boys,” directed Mr. Ringold. “The next scenes will take place in the lighthouse, and I’ll have to arrange for some lights there, as it’s too dark to get the pictures without. I won’t need you for several hours, and then this will bring our work on the Pacific coast to a close.” “That lets us out, Blake,” said one lad to the other. “What shall we do?” “Go back to the boarding house and finish packing up, I guess. If we’re going to make that trip to China, to look for your sister, who is supposed to be with some missionaries there, we’ve got lots to do yet. Where is your father?” “He went to the postoffice to see if there was any mail. He expected something from that missionary to whom he wrote for more explicit directions how to get to the station where my sister Jessie is supposed to be. He had rather indefinite ones when he started for Hong Kong, just before he was wrecked.” “That’s so. I say, Joe! It’s going to be quite an experience for us to go to China. I’m glad you thought of taking a moving picture camera along. We will get some good films, I believe.” “So do I, but I won’t be much interested in them until I find my sister.” “I suppose not. Well, come on back to our shack,” and the two lads, Joe Duncan and Blake Stewart, moving picture operators, who had been engaged to “film” a series of dramas on the Pacific coast for Mr. Ringold, packed up their machines and left the beach. The theatrical company went inside the government lighthouse, which they had been permitted to use for part of the moving picture play. Some months before, Joe and Blake, after a series of strange adventures, which I shall tell you about in brief, presently, reached San Diego with the company. Joe was on the track of his father, whom he had not seen since he was a baby. He learned that Mr. Duncan was an assistant keeper at the very lighthouse in which the little drama was now taking place. But Mr. Duncan had left there just before Joe and his chum, Blake, arrived. It was said he had fled to escape being arrested as a wrecker of ships by means of false lights, but this was disproved, and it was learned that Mr. Duncan had set out for China to find his daughter Jessie, who had disappeared at the same time as had Joe. But the vessel on which Mr. Duncan sailed was wrecked. He was picked up by a ship bound for San Francisco, and this craft foundered, too, in a great storm near San Diego. It chanced that Mr. Ringold wanted moving pictures of a storm and a wreck, and while the life savers were rigging up the breeches buoy to bring ashore the unfortunates, Joe and Blake took moving pictures of the stirring scene.