Books with title The Boy Scout Camera Club, or, the Confession of a Photograph

"Two Black Bears!" "Two Wolves!" "Three Eagles!" "Five Moose!" "Quite a mixture of wild creatures to be found in a splendid clubroom in the city of New York!" exclaimed Ned Nestor, a handsome, muscular boy of seventeen. "How many of these denizens of the forests are ready to join the Boy Scout Camera Club?" "You may put my name down twice—in red ink!" shouted Jimmie McGraw, of the Wolf Patrol. "I wouldn't miss it to be president of the United States!"

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Excerpt: ...was taken! I can almost see his freckles!" "There he is, sure enough!" Frank cried. "The little monkey!" Ned took the print and examined it carefully, while the others waited for him to express any discoveries he might make. "Did you see anything back of Jimmie?" he asked of Frank. "Just the dark wall," was the reply. Ned passed the print to him and left the tent. "Yes," Frank said, with a threat in his voice, there's a face looking over Jimmie's shoulder. "Oh, I wish we had known!" "Can you see the face plainly?" asked Teddy. "Quite plainly," was the reply. "The door was open, as you see, and Jimmie stood with his hand on the edge of it, looking at the camera, his head in the room." "Yes; that makes the picture good," Teddy observed. "And there was a slant of light from the passage, and the head of the outlaw shows in that. He's an ugly looking brute!" "Observe the alfalfa on his map!" exclaimed Teddy. "That picture may send him to prison!" Frank cried. "I hope so!" He put the tank, the printing frame, the print, and the other articles away in his suitcase and went out to where Ned was standing. "Did you see the face behind the boy?" asked Frank-"get a good look at it?" "Yes," was the reply. "It shows that this is not a joke!" Did you notice the face closely?" "I think so." "What about the beard?" "Quite a growth, I should say." "Anything else odd about it?" persisted Ned. "Not that I saw," was the wondering reply. "What about it?" "It was a false beard! The man was disguised!" Frank's face looked, for an instant, as if he had received a blow. "And I was counting on that beard," he said, "as a means of identification!" "Keep the print safe," Ned advised. "It may be useful in that way yet." "Well," Frank declared, "we've got to go away! We can take no chances on Jimmie being murdered. Isn't that your idea?" "We certainly will take no such chances," Ned responded. "Up to this time we have been successful in getting out of trouble, though, and we may...

"Two Black Bears!" "Two Wolves!" "Three Eagles!" "Five Moose!" "Quite a mixture of wild creatures to be found in a splendid clubroom in the city of New York!" exclaimed Ned Nestor, a handsome, muscular boy of seventeen. "How many of these denizens of the forests are ready to join the Boy Scout Camera Club?" "You may put my name down twice—in red ink!" shouted Jimmie McGraw, of the Wolf Patrol. "I wouldn't miss it to be president of the United States!" "One Wolf," Ned said, writing the name down. "Two Wolves!" cried Jimmie, red-headed, freckled of face and as active as a red squirrel, "two wolves! You're a Wolf yourself, Ned Nestor!" "Two Wolves, then!" laughed Ned. "Of course Jimmie and I can form a club all by ourselves, and he can be the officers and I can be the members, but we'd rather have a menagerie of large size, as we are going into the mountains of Virginia, West Virginia, North Carolina, Kentucky and Tennessee." The boys who had not yet spoken were on their feet in an instant, all clamoring for membership in the Boy Scout Camera Club. Ned lifted a hand for silence. "Why this present rush?" he asked. "I've been thinking that Jimmie and I would have to go to the mountains alone! Why this impetuosity?"

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