photographers, Will knew just how to go about it. He fixed his camera
in an immovable position, and focussed it in such a fashion that it
would catch any object chancing to be within a certain radius at the
second the cartridge was fired by means of the cord, pulled by the
animal at the bait.

"That seems to be as fine as silk," announced Will, after bending down
several times in order to change the camera a trifle, "and if only Mr.
'Coon comes tripping along here to-night he will get his sitting. If
you happen to find yourself waked up by a dazzling flash, Frank,
please poke me out, because I'd like to come and get my camera. It
might rain later in the night, you see, and ruin it for me."

Frank, knowing how much store his comrade set by that little black
box, readily gave the desired promise. He entered into all these
delightful schemes engineered by Will with his whole heart. Will had
always been different from Bluff and Jerry. Even on their big hunt out
in the Rocky Mountains he had never cared as much for getting prize
game as the others, his disposition being more gentle.

Later on the boys concluded it was time to go to bed, since the day
had been a busy one for all. Besides, the two who were to row the boat
sixteen miles, more or less, on the following day expected to have
their hands full.

Some time later all of them were suddenly awakened. It was Bluff who
gave the loud exclamation that aroused the others. He afterwards
explained that he chanced to be lying awake at the time when a sudden
blinding glare dazzled him, which at first he thought to be lightning,
though puzzled because no thunder accompanied the flash.

"What is it?" shrilled Jerry, bumping his head as he tried to sit up
in such great haste; for the three had opened their eyes in time to
catch a part of the fierce glare.

Will was already tumbling out of his bunk, and could be heard
chuckling to himself as he started to put on some clothes in the
darkness.

"Frank, he did it, all right, you see!" was what Will exclaimed in
tones that fairly trembled with eagerness.

"Oh! Great Jehoshaphat! all this row about a measly old 'coon sitting
for his picture!" grumbled Jerry, falling back again, and apparently
meaning to seek once more relief in slumber, if the bump on his
forehead did not hurt too much.

"Better take my hand torch along with you, Will," advised Frank, not
thinking it worth while to accompany the other.

"Thank you, I guess