“Probably I’ll develop it to-night and you can see a proof to-morrow.”
“Good! Are you ready to go to New York?”
“Could you wait until I changed this plate? I want to take the full plate-holders with me.”
“Sure,” returned Dobbs; “why not take a lot more. You could change them somewhere—I can fix that.”
Acting on this suggestion Allan carried in the pocket of his jacket an extra package of plates when he met Dobbs at the station fifteen minutes later.
“Got all your ammunition?” Dobbs asked. “There’s big game in New York; you want to be loaded for bear.”
Allan had not been to New York for several months, and now that he had his camera with him the prospect of so many interesting subjects for pictures filled him with a pleasant excitement. It was a bright day, and as he looked out across the glistening Hudson he made up his mind to “do” the Palisades sometime. He remembered a cat-boat cruise he had taken with the McConnell boys, how they almost had been wrecked near Fort Lee. Yes, he thought a cat-boat and a camera would make a good combination. He already found himself planning certain pictures at the base of the cliffs and from the crags overhead.
“The long arch of Washington Bridge.”
There were many scenes along the Harlem that attracted Allan—the long arch of Washington Bridge, the varied craft of the river, the loops of the elevated roads; and when they were in Manhattan, there were funny little remnants of the squatter settlement that seemed made—or at least left—to be photographed.