Case found the kodak presently and brought it to Alex who took it into his hand and opened it. Case saw him looking into the opening where the films ought to be, and then heard a low laugh. He turned quickly to see Alex tossing the kodak to the bunk.
“Where are the films?” he asked, as Alex sat down and chuckled.
“Oh, what’s the use?” the other asked. “What did you go and take ’em out for? The chances are that you have ruined the whole lot.”
It was now Case’s turn to express incredulity.
“I don’t know what you mean?” he said, picking up the kodak.
“Oh, I reckon you know, all right,” grinned Alex.
“But what—”
“Give ’em up!” cried Alex. “You’ve gone and taken the films out of the kodak! Then you come in here and ask me to let you see ’em! Give ’em up, I say, or I’ll be doing something rash!”
The boy was laughing, but still he seemed in earnest. Case sat down on the edge of the bunk and looked through the kodak.
“Where are they?” asked Alex nudging the other in the ribs. “The joke is getting stale.”