Reddy seemed to have been picked out by the owner to keep with them.
Frank was glad of this, for somehow he had come to entertain a fancy for
the smiling young cowboy.
"Rapids, did you say?" exclaimed Jerry, his face lighting up with
rapture. "Why, that would tickle us from the ground up. I've always
wanted to run through some little Niagara. Frank, here, has done it up
in Maine, so he tells us. I hope what you have will beat his experience
all hollow."
"Well, they are some rapids, I understand," replied the other, smiling.
"And if I could only be on the shore, to see you shoot down, it would
afford me the greatest pleasure in the world. Not that I don't want to
go through, too, but my first duty is toward securing all these
wonderful events in an imperishable way by taking a picture. Some
scoffers may doubt a story, but pictures never lie."
"That shows your innocence, Will," remarked Jerry. "Why, I've seen
fellows standing beside the fish they caught, which I knew myself to be
only ten inches long, and yet the cunning photographer had arranged it
so that it looked all of two feet.
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