Delighted exclamations came from all. The official photographer's snap-shots had turned out remarkably well.
First in interest was that woodland tragedy, the buck fight. One animal had sunk to its knees in the water, while over him stood his antagonist, with lowered head.
"Truly extraordinary, Dick," said Mr. Fenton. "Allow me to congratulate you. Such a rare picture ought to make a sensation."
"Perfectly bully," cried Sam Randall, enthusiastically.
Next in interest was Old Ephraim in the rôle of a fisherman, while the third showed the group with Hank Merwin in front of the dugout. It was a proud and happy night for the "official photographer."
Hank Merwin's delight knew no bounds when three nicely mounted prints were placed in his hands.
At Mr. Fenton's special request Dick also made him a similar present.
"I suppose," said the gentleman, smilingly, "that I am at liberty to do what I please with these pictures, and if I decide to present them to any one, I may say that it is in your behalf?"
"Yes, indeed," answered Dick, wondering at the request.
One afternoon, while they were sitting on the porch of the Resort House "Big Bill" Dugan's "rattleboard" and a cloud of dust appeared in view. In a few minutes the coach came to a stop, and the stage-driver climbed down.