“I’m afraid it would be too far to recognize the features of any one, even if you caught a first-class view,” he remarked.
“Still there’s a little chance. A magnifier or reading-glass might bring it out strong enough. Anyhow, I’m going right home and make the try, fellows. My roll is finished, and I might as well develop it now as later.”
“Bring it around to-night when we meet at my house to talk over our camping trip for the Easter holidays,” said Frank.
“Where do you think we’ll go, boys?” asked Bluff, anxiously.
“For myself I’m in favor of Wildcat Island at the southern end of the lake. Somehow, nobody ever goes there, and we could have a great time, I imagine,” remarked Frank.
“Yes, especially with the wild man that they say has his den somewhere on that same old island,” remarked Bluff, shrugging his shoulders, as if the idea did not strike him favorably.
“Talk about your circus, a wild man appeals to me every time!” said Jerry. “I’m in favor of going there, particularly because it offers a chance for excitement. Suppose we captured this thing and found that it was a big monkey or orang-outang that had escaped from some menagerie long ago, wouldn’t that be something to shout over? Me for Wildcat Island. How about you, Will?”
“To tell the truth I’ve always wanted to get some good views of that lonely place, and I’ll vote in favor of going there,” returned the young photographer.
Bluff turned anxiously toward Frank.
“Are you backing these desperate schemers up in this madness, Frank?” he asked.