As the women and children were first helped to the boats, and the craft then carefully lowered to the sea, Russ took picture after picture.  Fortunately the sea and weather were both calm, and, after the first little fright, no one made any disturbance.

The boat containing Mr. Bunn and Mr. Sneed had returned part way to the ship, the sailors having heard the explosions, and desiring to aid in the work of saving the passengers if there was any need, for their craft could hold many more.

But there was no need.  There was ample room in the other boats, and, as Captain Falcon had said, the explosions were really of little moment—­at least, for the present.

Boat after boat was loaded and lowered away, and not an accident marred the work.  True, Mrs. Maguire, in her anxiety to see that Nellie and Tommy were safe, nearly fell overboard, but a burly sailor caught her just in time.

“How are you coming on, Russ?” asked Mr. Pertell who, with Pop Snooks, was seeing to the bringing up of the baggage, and the other property of the moving picture company.

“Fine,” answered the young operator.  “This will be a great film!”

“Glad to hear it!  It will be our turn soon.”

“I’m going to stick till the last boat.  I want to get all the views I can.”

Russ spoke simply, but he well knew the danger he ran in remaining until the last boat was sent away.  The ship might be in no real danger; even as Captain Falcon had said; but, on the other hand, the fire might have spread more than the commander realized.  But Russ, like many another picture operator, was not afraid to do his duty as he saw it, even in the face of danger.

Suddenly a great shout arose.

“Wonder what’s happened now?” remarked Mr. Pertell.  He knew a moment later, for the shout took to itself words: 

“The ship!”

“The rescue ship!”

“There comes the Bell!”

Sweeping up through the mist came the ship that had responded to the wireless calls for aid.  On she came at full speed, and when she caught sight of the Tarsus she sent out a reassuring blast from her great whistle.  It was answered in kind.

“Now you’re all right!” cried Captain Falcon over the side, to those in the small boats.  “Row the passengers over to her,” he ordered the sailors, “and then come back to your ship!”

“Aye, aye, sir!” was the answer.  And be it said to the credit of those sailors that not one of them shirked, or tried to desert, which might have been easily forgiven in the face of the danger.

“I’ve got to get a picture of her!” cried Russ, as he focused the camera on the oncoming ship.  And a fine picture he obtained.

“Oh, now we’re all right, Daddy!” cried Ruth, as she nestled close to her father.  Mr. DeVere had been allowed to go in the boat with his daughters, as there was plenty of room, and all the other women had been provided for.