"That some rascals may try to enter my shop at night. Not this
particular night, but any night. If they come to-night we'll be
ready for them."

"An' can't yo'-all take a picture ob de chicken coop?" asked
Eradicate. "Dat feller may come back t' rob mah hens."

"With the lens pointing toward the shop," spoke Tom, "it will
also take snap shots of any one who tries to enter the coop. So,
if the chicken thief does come, Rad, we'll have a picture of
him."

Tom and Ned soon had the flashlights in place, and then they
went to bed, listening, at times, for the puff that would
indicate that the camera was working. But the night passed
without incident, rather to Tom's disappointment. However, in the
morning, he developed the film of the first pictures taken in the
evening. Soon they were dry enough to be used in the moving
picture machine, which Tom had bought, and set up in a dark room.

"There we are!" he cried, as the first images were thrown on
the white screen. "As natural as life, Ned! My camera works all
right!"

"That's so. Look! There's where I hit you with a snowball!"
cried his chum, as the skylarking scene was reached.

"Mah goodness!" cried Eradicate, when he saw himself walking
about on the screen, as large as life. "Dat shorely am
wonderful."