The Camera Chap made a mock obeisance. “I should feel highly honored, sir, if you would appoint me staff photographer of the Oldham _Bulletin_. The position would be only temporary, of course, and the salary would be nothing.” “You!” exclaimed Carroll, with an incredulous laugh. “You don’t mean to say that, after the narrow escape you’ve just had, you’d be rash enough to attempt to take any more pictures on the streets of this town?” “Appoint me as your staff photographer,” said the Camera Chap earnestly, “and I’ll undertake to supply you with at least one good snapshot for every issue.” “Taken on the streets of Oldham?” “Yes--in most cases,” Hawley replied. Carroll stared at him in astonishment. “What’s the idea, Frank?” he asked. “How on earth do you expect to get away with it?” The Camera Chap chuckled. “Guerrilla warfare, old man,” he said. “It’ll be the rarest sport I’ve ever had. Guerrilla warfare with a camera.” CHAPTER XIV. A MAD UNDERTAKING. The Camera Chap watched the puzzled face of the _Bulletin’s_ editor as the latter pondered on his rash proposal. “Do I get the job, Fred?” he inquired eagerly. “May I consider myself a regular staff photographer of the Oldham _Daily Bulletin_?” “You may not,” Carroll replied emphatically. “You reckless Indian!” he added, with a laugh. “Do you think for a minute that I’m going to listen to such a proposition? This stunt that you propose is the wildest idea that has ever taken shape in that harum-scarum brain of yours. If I thought that you were tired of liberty and had a feverish longing to spend the next six months in jail, I might be willing to consider your offer. But I have no reason to believe that such is the case.” Hawley grinned. “I have no desire to go to prison, and no intention of going there if I can possibly keep out,” he declared. “But really I don’t see any reason why the venture should have such a disastrous result.” “You don’t, eh?” rejoined Carroll with an ironical laugh. “I suppose if that chair you are sitting on were a keg of dynamite, you’d see no particular danger in drumming your heels against its sides. Do you suppose you could go out taking snapshots on the highways of Oldham in defiance of the new anticamera law, and keep out of the clutches of the police? You might possibly get away with the first picture, although even that is doubtful; but you’d surely be nabbed on your second attempt.” “Why are you so sure of that?” Hadley inquired.