He can't go out, and neither can
those other men, and they don't know who to get. Of course, they
could hire a professional photographer, but he would only take
scenery, most likely, while what my father wants particularly is
pictures of good hunting and fishing, and pictures of real camp
life. He thinks we are just the boys to get the right kind of
pictures-----"
"So we are, if we had the right kind of cameras," broke in Whopper.
"Yes; give me a high-class camera and plenty of films or plates,
and I'll take all the photos he wants," added Snap.
"I haven't got to the end of my story yet," resumed the doctor's
son. "Father knows that the pictures---I mean the right kind---will
be worth money, and so he said, if we'd go out, and do the very best
we could about getting the photos, he would furnish the cameras and
plates, and would pay all the expenses of the trip."
"Whoop! hurrah! that suits me down to the ground!" cried Whopper.
"Let's start to-morrow---no, this afternoon!"
"Offer accepted with pleasure," came from Giant.
"Do you really think we can get the photographs your father wants,
Shep?" asked Snap.
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