“The flames came streaming through a hole in the roof.”
Owen laughed. “But I think, McConnell, you ought to go over and give them the advantage of your advice.”
All three were sitting on the edge of the embankment watching the waning fire, when a voice in the darkness called, “Hello, boys!”
It was Dr. Hartel and Edith. “We have been looking for you everywhere,” said the Doctor. “We watched for three boys in a bunch.”
“Yes,” laughed Edith, “there were different size bunches, and when we saw a bunch of three—”
“With a black box,” put in the Doctor.
“—with a black box, we knew it was you.”
“We have made three pictures of the fire,” said Allan.
“You mean three exposures, don’t you, Allan?” the Doctor asked, with his teasing smile. “Better wait until after the developing before talking about pictures.”
“Anyway,” persisted McConnell, “it was aimed right, and I heard it click.”