awake Toby listened to the barking of the hound dog with a little trace
of his former apprehension. But nothing happened to disturb them, and
with the coming of morning they made another small fire, at which they
prepared a warm drink from the malted milk; and even after a fashion had
a queer tasting omelette, using some of the egg powder with milk added.
Toby made a grimace while eating, but nevertheless finished his share of
the omelette that had been cooked on a smooth flat stone, placed over
the red-hot embers of the fire.

Afterwards they set out for camp. Trudging along steadily, and without
any going astray, the pair finally arrived just when Steve was busying
himself in getting up a midday meal, and wisely cooking enough for three
while about it.

Of course Steve was wild to hear what had happened. And as it would be
cruel to keep the poor fellow in suspense, after he had so willingly
stayed at home, Jack told him what they had seen and accomplished.

Steve was delighted. He danced a regular sailor's hornpipe upon hearing
how the several pictures had been snapped off, while the men remained in
utter ignorance of the presence of the two boys near by.

Toby, too, related how nervous the barking dog had made him, and how
much he had feared lest the beast break loose, and disclose their
presence back of that leafy screen.

Once the midday meal had been disposed of Jack busied himself with his
daylight developing tank. Toby hovered near, and seemed just as anxious
as could be concerning the ultimate results. When Jack showed him the
negatives, looking particularly clear in blacks and whites, Toby gave a
whoop of pleasure.

"They'll make dandy pictures, believe me, Jack!" he cried, after closely
examining the roll of film the other was holding up, after fixing the
same, and starting to wash the hypo off. "Why, I warrant you, with a
magnifying glass there'll be no trouble at all in identifying that
Maurice and his crowd one by one, as they were nearly all facing the
camera when you shut it off. And say, you've caught the pyramid of
timbers and oil and stones just at its height! Shake hands on the
strength of your big scoop, Jack!"

The artist himself fairly beamed with joy. He knew that he had met with
abounding success in his task, which had been one few professional
photographers could have accomplished as well.

He meant to dry the film that afternoon, and if the sun remained strong
enough he could make s