“So if that spy of Slavin gets sight of us, he won’t guess what we’re plotting and suspect us and head us off.”
“What’s your idea anyway, Pep?” asked the curious Randy.
“I’ll tell you when I get back. It’s only as far as the hotel. I want to get to the New Idea in time for the second camel film.”
Pep bounded away, leaving his comrades puzzled but hopeful. He was not gone five minutes and came back with sparkling eyes.
“I’ve got it,” he said, and tapped a side pocket of his coat which bulged out considerably.
“What have you got, Pep?” asked Randy, straining his eyes to guess from the object in his pocket its identity and purpose. Pep drew into view a flat book-shaped case.
“Hello! your camera,” exclaimed Randy.
“That’s it,” nodded Pep. “I am going to take a photo of that camel film.”
“Why, say, what’s the good?” inquired Vic, “I’ve got a bigger and better picture of that camel than you can get.”
“It isn’t the camel so much I’m after,” explained Pep.