Think what would happen to you if you'd fired and hit one
of us? Some time you may even be glad that Bluff, here, was so quick
with his stick."
He handed the empty weapon over to the tramp printer, who let his head
fall, as though really ashamed of his action.
The boys started back to where the other machines had been left, while
the two men slunk into the shelter of the woods, to patch up their hurts
as best they might.
"Say! that was a queer ending to a rescue, wasn't it?" asked Bluff.
"I only hope my picture comes out all right. It ought to show Frank
sitting on top of Hank, while Bluff and Jerry surround the other tramp,
who is on his knees, aiming his old gun. Then my machine is lying there.
Fellows, what need of words to explain what happened?" chuckled the
gratified Will.
Whenever he succeeded in securing a coveted picture the ardent
photographer was the happiest boy in the county. His pleasure caused him
to fairly bubble over with good nature.
"Tell me about that, will you!" said Jerry, pretending to scorn such an
exhibition of joy over so trivial a matter.
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