“Regular folding type,” Stan said. “Rectilinear lens, speeds up to one-hundredth of a second. Like to see it?”
That seemed to startle them and they nodded. Stan handed the big fellow the camera as the two boats closed together. As he did so the camera slipped from his hands and went overboard! Naturally Stan and the sailor reached for it too late.
“Too bad!” said the seaman.
“Ya gotta get it, thick-head!” yelled the thin one.
“How kin I, I asks ya?” demanded the yellow-haired fellow, exasperated. “Be careful!”
John was, naturally, down in the mouth, and Stan appeared also to be downcast.
“Too bad, kid!” said the big chap, and the boat drew off for the Sea Hawk.
Stan and John began to row to their own craft as rapidly as possible without appearing in too great a hurry.
“Did you really drop it, Stan?” demanded John.
Stan grinned as if well pleased with himself.