"Are they bo—-both dead?" he asked.
"As dead as nails," answered Snap.
"I thought I was—-was going to be—-be chewed up!"
"It was a narrow escape."
"Say, after this, do you know what I think? I think we had better kill the beasts first and take the pictures afterward!"
"Then we'll not have such good photos," returned the doctor's son.
"Yes; but what good are photos to a fellow if he gets killed?" questioned Whopper ruefully.
"We'll have to be more careful, that's all," said Snap.
"What shall we do with the wildcats?"
"Leave them here, for all I care," answered the doctor's son. "The skins are not much good at this time of year and after such handling."