"Yes; but how does that affect us?" asked Giant impatiently.

"Wait and you'll see. My father says the success of the scheme will
depend very largely on how it is presented to the public, and he and
two of the other men have decided to do some high-class advertising
of the project---little booklets and folders, and all that. These
booklets and folders are to be filled with photo-engravings, showing
the pretty spots in the mountains, and also pictures of the animals
and fish a sportsman can get."

"And does your father want us to get the photographs?" asked Snap.

"That's it---if we care to do it. He can't go out, and neither can
those other men, and they don't know who to get. Of course, they
could hire a professional photographer, but he would only take
scenery, most likely, while what my father wants particularly is
pictures of good hunting and fishing, and pictures of real camp
life. He thinks we are just the boys to get the right kind of
pictures-----"

"So we are, if we had the right kind of cameras," broke in Whopper.

"Yes; give me a high-class camera and plenty of films or plates,
and I'll take all the photos he wants," added Snap.

"I haven't got to the end of my story yet," resumed the doctor's
son. "Father knows that the pictures---I mean the right kind---will
be worth money, and so he said, if we'd go out, and do the very best
we could about getting the photos, he would furnish the cameras and