"I'm happy in having carried out my plans. Won't the home folks stare
when they see the panorama of views I've gathered!" he said jubilantly.
"I should think they would," remarked Jerry, shrugging his shoulders,
"for you certainly have a collection of freak pictures, some of which
would take the prize."
"But all of this lot are genuine. Nobody had to prance around a tree
with a dead yellow dog on his feet, pretending to chase after him,"
asserted Will.
"Whose doing was that, eh? Tell me that! Didn't you just plead with me
to make a fool of myself, and to save you pain I consented. I suppose
I'll never hear the end of that fool joke," growled Jerry.
"Oh, yes, you will. It's all in the family. Others don't know the dog
was dead when he had his picture taken. They all say he looks as though
about to snap a piece out of your leg. Now, I think we've just had a
glorious time of it up here, with nothing to mar our pleasure," remarked
Frank, the peacemaker.
"Except that miserable job of mine in leaving my knife home," sighed
Bluff.
"Talk to me about that, will you! He hasn't forgotten it yet!" exclaimed
Jerry.
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