“Now we’re through,” Doyle said in satisfaction. “I certainly didn’t miss any tricks! If the pictures turn out well, I ought to get a raise.”
They stowed their equipment away and edged the sound truck into the flow of traffic. Flash waited, expecting that Doyle would offer some word of praise. He waited in vain. The technician took the entire credit for the day’s work to himself.
As they neared the exit gate, they caught sight of two rival sound trucks.
“Hi, Benny!” Doyle shouted in a loud voice. “How did you do?”
“Terrible,” was the discouraged response. “We missed all the crashes.”
“I got everything,” Doyle boasted, “and I mean everything!”
During the ride back to the hotel, the technician remained in a high mood. Flash had little to say. He was tired, and in addition, bored by his companion’s smug boasting.
They stopped at the airport where Doyle previously had arranged for shipment of the cans of exposed film to the News-Vue offices. Flash made up a package of his best “still” shots for the Brandale Ledger. With that duty accomplished, his work was completed. At last he was free to enjoy his vacation.
“Well, good-bye,” he said, extending his hand to Doyle.
“Good-bye?” the man echoed in surprise. “Where are you going?”