“I’m glad to hear that, Ole,” he said grimly. “I want an extra-good cut of him. And, by the way, make that one three columns wide instead of two. I’m going to use it in the center of the page.” Then Carroll went into the editorial rooms, and, seating himself at his desk, began to write rapidly. For two hours he was occupied with his task, and what he wrote seemed to afford him much satisfaction, for at frequent intervals the other occupants of the room heard him chuckle immoderately. At length the long editorial was finished, and as he gathered the closely written pages together, he exhaled a deep breath. “Hawley said that the pictures would be the main feature of the _Bulletin’s_ exposé,” he muttered; “and, of course, he was right. No doubt about that. But at the same time I rather think this editorial of mine is going to make quite a hit, too.” Hawley heartily indorsed this opinion when, a few minutes later, he dropped into the _Bulletin’s_ office, and Carroll showed him what he had written. “It’s great stuff!” the Camera Chap exclaimed enthusiastically. “Simply immense! I never had any idea that you could sling English as well as that, Fred.” Carroll flushed with pleasure at his warm praise. “I guess it’s because I feel so strongly on the subject,” he said simply. “A fellow can write so much better, you know, if he really feels what he writes.” “People who buy the _Bulletin_ to-morrow morning are certainly going to get their money’s worth,” Hawley chuckled. “That editorial alone will be well worth the price of the paper. Your readers ought to paste it in their scrapbooks as a model of satire.” “Cut out the joshing, old man,” protested Carroll. “If the readers of the _Bulletin_ paste anything in their scrapbooks, it will be those wonderful snapshots of yours. They’re going to create a big sensation, Frank.” The Camera Chap grinned. “Yes, the snapshots and your editorial combined certainly ought to stir things up. Don’t forget that I’ve bet you a new hat that your circulation figures will be more than doubled to-morrow, Fred.” “I’ll be quite satisfied to lose the hat,” Carroll chuckled. “And just to show you that I don’t expect to win the bet, let me tell you that I’ve already given orders to my pressroom to print twice the usual number of papers to-morrow.” “I guess you’re quite safe in doing so,” said the Camera Chap earnestly. “I don’t think you’ll have many copies left on your hands. But how are the pictures getting along, Fred? Have they been made into cuts yet?” “Neilson is working on them now,” Carroll answered. “Come on up, and we’ll see how he’s progressing.”