They made notes of these things with the time and place, and Stan expressed a desire to get photos of both boats. They took along their camera, climbed into the tender and pushed off as if for a row about the harbor. They took several pictures of yachts as if on a picture-taking trip and then drew into position for photos of the Sea Hawk. Casually and without hurry, Stan stood up and took two excellent photos.
“Two shots left, John,” he said, jubilantly, “Now for the Malcon!”
Both boys were so eager to get the pictures that they did not observe the fact that a tender pushed off from the Sea Hawk and rowed over towards them. In fact, they were startled to look up and see the boat so close. Two seamen were in it.
“Hello, boys,” said one, a stocky, yellow-haired fellow with a grinning ape face.
“Hello!”
“Taking pictures, eh?”
“Sure, we want them for a collection of swell yachts in our albums,” Stan explained, and he contrived to maneuver the camera to the floor between his feet. He was bent over now.
“What kind of camera you got?” queried the sailor. “I’m sorta nuts on cameras.”
“He sure is,” agreed the second sailor, a thin, emaciated type. “Nuts is right.”
They both laughed as if at a secret joke then.