BOB THE PHOTOGRAPHER
CHAPTER I
BOB AND HIS TROUBLES
“Bob! I say, Bob! Where is that saw?”
“I left it in the barn, Mr. Carrow.”
“Humph! I don’t believe it. I’ve looked all over, and I can’t find it.”
“I left it on the peg where it belongs,” returned the boy, his eyes flashing at the manner in which he had been addressed.
“I don’t believe a word on it!” growled Joel Carrow. “You are always leavin’ things layin’ round loose. Go an’ git it, an’ be quick about it, or you’ll git your hide tanned well, mind that!”
Bob Alden stood for a moment irresolute, and then folded his arms and unflinchingly faced the man before him.
“If the saw isn’t where I put it, I don’t know where it is,” he said.