Here, you, I'll conspire with you to fix it. If it's got to be a
counterfeit, let's make it a decent one."
So, after all, Will's persistency won out.
"You'll be glad when you see the result, I'm sure," he said, as he
assisted Jerry to stand the dead hound on his stiffened feet, and
make it appear as though he might be stretching out in furious
pursuit of some one.
"Now, let me get started winding up around the tree. Tell me when the
humbug business is over with," growled Jerry, beginning to circulate
over the same track he had covered on the preceding day at such a
speedy pace.
This matter was soon adjusted to the complete satisfaction of Will;
though he seemed determined to get results, judging from the several
"clicks" that announced his rapid-fire work with the camera.
The boys decided that there was no need of going back to the shack of
the muskrat trapper again, while they were just half the distance from
their own camp.
Jesse Wilcox directed them, so that there was small chance of their
going astray; and, besides, Jerry had been over the ground before on
this very morning.
"I wonder whether he'll bother taking the pelts of those four dogs?"
ventured Will, as he and his two friends walked briskly along.
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