“Look!” Chick was so excited that he galloped toward them, capering and waving a large, round container, of some shiny metal, as he advanced.
In the case where they had found the projector and lamp, he cried, he had, on searching, discovered a can of film.
“I opened it to see if it was the same film we used,” he reached the group.
Scott started up from his chair, Doc came close, his face set and eager. Toby, with a muttered, “Gosh-a-mighty!” became very attentive. The injury of the pilot must have reminded him of its pain, for he sat down quickly again, wiping his brow.
“What did you find?” demanded Garry.
“Unexposed film!”
“Un—film that hasn’t been exposed?”
Chick nodded.
“But how do you know?” Don cried. “Film is all of the same yellowish color till its been developed. It could be exposed—and—oh, dear! I suppose you opened the can and there might have been enough light to fog the film—and we may have lost a very telling clue!”
“Maybe not!” cried Scott. “Take it up, and develop the first few ‘frames’ and see. You know how to handle the time-and-temperature tank powders, Chick. You go and develop some of that film. Don, will you and Garry help me to my boarding place? I’m—all in!”