The camera was so attractive, in fact, that the hunter and the chief beater and all the other beaters immediately resigned and insisted upon being photographers.

Each had to be given a "turn" before the jungle project could be resumed.
"Now, for goodnesses' sakes," said Penrod, taking the camera from Verman, "I hope you're done, so's we can get started doin something like we ought to! We got to have Duke for a tied-up calf.

We'll have to bring him and tie him out here in front the jungle, and then the panther'll come out and jump on him.

Wait, and I'll go bring him." Departing upon this errand, Penrod found Duke enjoying the declining rays of the sun in the front yard.
"Hyuh, Duke!" called his master, in an indulgent tone.

"Come on, good ole Dukie! Come along!" Duke rose conscientiously and followed him.
"I got him, men!" Penrod called from the stairway.