"I catch on to the game," said Bluff presently.
"And so do I," added Will. "That hook at the end gives it away. You intend to fish for the camera, eh, Frank?"
"Well, luckily, the box has a strap which I can easily catch, if only this pole happens to be long enough. Now, when I get out to a point just over the spot, one of you hand me the stick, will you?"
"Sure," replied Bluff, anxious to have a hand in the game.
"Oh, Frank! Be careful, please! Not for a dozen cameras would I see you fall down into that horrible snake den!" ejaculated Will.
"And notice that the limb isn't overly stout, pard," warned Bluff.
"But it happens to be a hickory tree, and there's no danger of it snapping off. I examined into all that before starting out, thank you. Now the stick, please."
When this was poked out to him, as he clung to the down-hanging limb, Frank immediately placed himself in a position to angle for the black box.
"Is it long enough?" asked Will.
"Just, with nothing to spare," replied the other, as he sought to get the crotch of the stick under the strap of the camera.