CHAPTER IV
AS BUSY AS BEAVERS
"What under the sun ails Will?" demanded Bluff.
"It's his bag, don't you understand?" added Jerry. "Something's happened to upset him terribly. He looks as if he'd seen a ghost. Ten chances to one now he forgot to put the films in."
"What is it, Will?" called out Frank, who, being busy just then, had only turned his head when the cry bubbled from the other's lips.
"Oh! Frank, they're gone!" gasped Will.
"What's that? Do you mean your films?" demanded the other.
"Yes, oh yes, gone, worse luck! I don't understand it at all. Seems as though I must be dreaming, Frank!" and Will began to rub his eyes vigorously, as though by that means he hoped to get his proper sight back; after which he stared again at the open bag on the floor.
"You're dead sure you put them in the bag, are you, Will?" questioned the skeptical Jerry.
"Of course I am!" he was indignantly told. "But I can't understand where these silly things came from. They don't belong to me, that's sure."