“The flash! My eyes! They’re blind!”
Pant pushed him roughly to one side.
“Let’s see.”
Johnny slid back to the other car platform. Still dazed by the sudden flood of light that had struck his eye, but fast recovering, he watched Pant with interest, not unmingled with awe. By the sudden spurts of light that shot through the crack, he knew that the flashes were being continued, yet Pant did not remove his eye. He still crouched there before the crack. Gazing intently within, he uttered now and then a stifled “Ah!” and “Oh!” at the marvels which he was viewing.
Finally he dropped back to a seat beside Johnny.
“Eyes all right now?” he asked.
“Sure. What was it?” queried Johnny, forgetting his aching eyes.
“Color photography.”
“Color photography?”
“Sure. One of the great inventions of the age, and they are using it for making counterfeit bonds!”