The man sprawled out on the chair, put one hand to his chin and the other to his breast and put on a sober, earnest look.
Bob at once placed a prepared tin plate in the camera, put on the proper lens, and in a few minutes had a tintype of the crazy man.
“There you are,” he said, as he trimmed it up. “Now you will have to hurry to catch that steamer.”
The lunatic glared at the picture for a second. Then he burst out into a wild fit of laughter.
“Is that me? Really, where is the skeleton? Oh, this is a fraud! Take a thousand more, and be sure and add the skeleton, if you want your pay.”
Bob’s heart sank within him. He had made a great effort to get rid of the lunatic, and failed. What was to be done now?
He decided to use strong measures. Picking up the folded tripod, he advanced toward the lunatic.
“Get out of here at once,” he said, sternly. “I am too busy to be fooled with. Go!”
The crazy man’s face fell, and with a slow step he moved toward the door.
“Excuse me,” he said, softly. “I didn’t know you were busy. I’ll come in some time to-morrow.”