CHAPTER IV
OLD HERM
Flash waited without hope for Joe Wells’ return. He did not know exactly what the photographer had in mind, but it was too much to believe that Clyde Deems, a rival photographer, would make the slightest effort to help him even if it were possible.
The door swung open. Wells came hurrying in to slap a photograph mailing envelope on the desk before Flash’s startled eyes.
“Got it!” he announced triumphantly. “Only one picture and it’s not of the knock-out. But it may be enough to save your job.”
Flash snatched up the envelope and examined the film eagerly. It was a good clear negative taken during one of the early rounds of the fight.
“Print it up before Riley starts yelping,” Wells instructed tersely. “He’ll squawk because you missed the knock-out, but he may not fire you.”
“Joe, how did you do it? I’ll never forget this favor.”
“Thank Deems, not me, Flash.”
“But I thought photographers were supposed to work entirely on their own.”
“That’s the general idea,” Wells nodded. “Mostly we do work alone, but now and then we give the other fellow a helping hand. Not a photog in the business who hasn’t been in a jam sometime in his life. And Deems is a good friend of mine.”