“Oh, I see!”
“Real good printing needs good sunlight, and to get that one has to be alert the moment the sun comes up. Of course I do a good deal of printing by gaslight, too.”
The conversation then drifted around to the subject of wages, and Bob was hired at six dollars a week, to be advanced as soon as he was worth more.
On the following morning the youth presented himself at Mr. Starleigh’s studio. He found the place somewhat shabby in appearance. But the man was an excellent photographer, and his business was brisk.
Starleigh was well pleased at the manner in which Bob took hold, and predicted that if the youth continued to apply himself he would soon be able to take any kind of a picture.
During the noon hour Bob met Frank, and told him of the situation he had secured, and also of Bidwell’s capture.
“Good for you. Starleigh is said to be a first-class man, and you had better stick to him for a while. But I must bid you good-by for the present.”
“Why, what’s up?”
“I must go back to work. One of our men has been taken sick, and I’ve got to take his trip throughout the western part of the State next month.”
“Then I won’t see you for a while?”