“Hi, you!” came suddenly from one side of them. “What do you mean by spoiling my picture!”
All three of the boys looked around and saw that Dan Baxter had set up his tripod on the ice. On the tripod rested his camera, the lens pointed at the evergreens on the shore. The three boys had swept along between the camera and the object Baxter wished to photograph just as the picture was being taken.
“I didn’t know you were trying to get a picture, Dan,” said Jack.
“Didn’t know it?” roared the bully of Putnam Hall. “Are you blind?”
“Not at all.”
“Then what did you rush in between for, tell me that? I was trying to get a nice time picture, and you have spoilt the plate.”
“I am very sorry. Haven’t you got another plate?”
“Of course I have. Do you think I carry only one plate? But that’s no reason why you and Pep Ditmore and Andy Snow should act so clownish.”
“Thank you, Baxter, but I didn’t act clownish,” cried Pepper, circling up on his skates.
“I say you did.”