There were half a
dozen of them and all were remarkably good.
"Look here," Frank said, "the kid took a picture of the slope back of
the rock. Our pictures do not show that. Look up a short distance!"
Not very far up the slope hung a huge boulder which seemed on the
verge of falling.
"If you'll notice the point of contact with the ground," Frank went
on, "you'll see that the boulder is propped up by wedge-like stones
put under it."
"Exactly!" Ned said. "And that means that the boulder has fallen or
been pried out of its nest, and that the cavity behind it is regarded
as a good hiding place."
"Do you think the prince could have been there?"
"Not when Jack and I were in that section. We saw him out on the
slope."
"But he went back that way?"
"Yes."
"Tell you what!" Frank exclaimed. "I'm going to take these pictures
home to Dad, and let him print them in his newspaper."
"You'll have to write a story to go with them."
"Oh, I suppose so, but stories aren't read when there are pictures.
The cuts tell the story. Dad will like the photographs."
After a time Ned came to the picture of a man with the head torn off!
In destroying the print the outlaws had contented themselves by
merely ripping it into two pieces.
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