Ever notice that when you can't get anything but the crudest kind of tools to work with, you generally have to use them yourself?
But it will take more than--oh, _hell_!" "What's wrong ?" Andy Green bent his brown head anxiously down beside Luck's fast graying mop of hair, and peered at the images coming out of the yellowish veil that had hidden them.

"Ain't they good ?" Luck reached into the water tank and splashed a little water on his film to check it while he looked.

"Now, what in the name of--" He scowled perplexedly down at the streaked strips.

"What do you suppose streaked it like that ?" He lifted worried, gray eyes to Andy's apprehensive frown, and looked again disgustedly at the negative before he dropped it back with a splash into the developer.
"No good; she's ruined," he said in the flat tone of a great disappointment.

"Eighty feet of film gone to granny.