“All for to-morrow morning’s issue?” exclaimed the engraver incredulously.
“Sure thing! And all for the front page, too.” Carroll chuckled. “It’s going to be the bulliest front page the Bulletin has ever had, Ole. Just take a close look at those negatives, old man, and I guess you’ll understand why.”
Neilson stared hard at the small oblongs of film. “They ban look like policemens,” he said.
“They are policemen!” declared Carroll, with another chuckle.
“What you ban going to do,” the engraver inquired, “get out a special cop’s edition?”
“A sort of special cop’s edition,” replied Carroll, with a grin. “But, say, Ole,” he added anxiously, “what do you think of these negatives from a photographic standpoint? Will they make pretty good cuts, do you think?”
Neilson inspected each one critically. “I can’t tell very well, of course, Mr. Carroll, until I see the prints,” he replied, at length. “They ban flash lights, I see; but they look like pretty clear negatives yoost the same. Who took them?[Pg 51]”
“A friend of mine from New York.”
“Did he develop them, too?” the photo-engraver inquired. “They ban a pretty good job for an amateur.”
“Yes, he developed them himself,” Carroll answered. “We were so anxious to see what results we had that we came back here at three o’clock this morning, and Hawley—my friend from New York, I mean—used your dark room. But, say, Ole,” he exclaimed anxiously, pointing to one of the negatives, “how about this one? It isn’t quite as clear as the others. Do you think you’ll be able to get a fairly good cut out of it?”