“That’s right!” said Fred. “Jack won the race, after all!”
“Good for you, Jack! I knew you could do it!” exclaimed Randy, patting his cousin on the shoulder.
“Well, we’ll have to see what the other photographs show before we crow too much,” announced the oldest Rover boy cautiously. “You know a photograph depends entirely on the angle from which it was taken. Some of the other pictures may show up differently.”
Of course the girls were equally interested, and Ruth was proud to think that she had been able to snap such a rapid scene so well.
“It’s a good advertisement for this make of camera,” the girl declared. “I really ought to send a copy of the picture to the manufacturers. Maybe they might give me a prize for it.”
“Why don’t you do it, Ruth?” cried Mary. “They often pay good prices for pictures like that, and then reproduce them in the magazine advertising.” And thereupon the girls became quite interested in this new subject and Ruth finally agreed to take an extra copy of the picture and send it to the maker of the camera with a letter stating how the photograph had been taken.
This was all perhaps as it should have been, and no one noticed anything unusual but Jack. He could not help but note that Ruth had not said one word to him about winning the race. Had she rather hoped that Joe Sedley would come out ahead?
In the morning two copies of the photograph Ruth had taken were dispatched to the judges of the race, and then the Rover boys prepared to fix the radio aërial. But while they were getting out a ladder and some tools the telephone rang and Jack was called by his Uncle Randolph to answer it.
“Hurrah! What do you know about this?” cried Jack, after the call had come to an end. “Who do you suppose are coming this way? They’ll get here in time for dinner!”
“Some of the folks from New York?” questioned Mary quickly.