"That's the one all right," Hank told him. "There were two of them. I heard them say something about robbing, when I was taking their pictures."
"Taking their pictures! They don't go around breaking into stores with an official photographer along, do they?"
"I don't know what they go around with," Hank said, "but I crept up close behind them and lay back of a bush where I could hear them talking, although I couldn't understand much of what they said. I thought it would be fun to take their pictures when they didn't know anything about it."
"They stood up when Hank threw a stone and looked right at the camera, only they didn't know it was there," Benny explained.
"Great Scott, boy! Do you mean to tell me that you took a photograph of the rascals?"
"I snapped them all right," Hank told him, "but I won't know whether I got a good picture or not until I develop the roll. I haven't done it yet."
"Well, you develop it right away, or, better still, get your camera and we'll have Marsh, the photographer, do it and make sure of things. He'll do it, if it is Sunday."
Hank hung back. "Can't you wait a while?" he asked. "I've got five shots left in the camera and don't want to waste them. They cost money."
The marshal looked disgusted. "Waste them! How much did they cost?"
"Twenty-five cents a roll; six in a roll."