“There’s something!” almost aloud in his excitement Pep soliloquized.
A large box had been carried into the scene by two men. It was upside down, but Pep could make out the words, a name made by a marking brush.
“That is probably an address—maybe a shipment box to the scenario camp,” mused Pep. “It’s a good time, too, for the actors and the camel are nearly stationary.”
Pep lifted the camera even with his chest.
Click! the shutter closed back. The operation was over and Pep felt that he had accomplished something.
Just at that moment a hand shot out at his side. His neighbor, whom he had not particularly noticed, grasped him suddenly by one wrist.
“Give that up!” he ordered hoarsely, snatching out for the camera, which Pep instantly thrust behind him.
CHAPTER XX
PEP A PRISONER
Pep Smith at once decided that the man who now held his hand captive was another of the Slavin spies. He was sure of it as the latter added to his fierce command the words:
“I’ve been watching out for your sort—stealing, hey?”