But, after the first day of travel, matters settled down more into the usual routine, though the subdued air of excitement and expectancy was never absent.
"Well," remarked Innis Beeby one morning, as he got up from the breakfast table, "I think I'll, take a few snapshots."
"For the love of a celluloid film, Beeby!" exclaimed Dick, "is there anything on board that you haven't snapshotted? If there is, name it, and I'll make you a present of it as a souvenir."
"Well, I haven't been able to get a picture of Grit and Gritty together," answered the stout cadet. "They won't stand still long enough. Every time I think I have them posed, the pup makes a nip at Grit's ear, or tail, and then they mix it up in a make-believe fight, and it's all off."
"Why don't you take 'em as they're playing," suggested Paul. "Make a sort of moving picture."
"By Jove! I never thought of that," said Beeby. "I'll do it," and he hurried off to get his camera.
Dick was busy for the next few minutes, talking to Captain Barton, but his attention was suddenly taken by a series of howls and yells, mingled with barks and growls, coming from the main deck.
"By Jinks!" Dick exclaimed, as he ran up the companionway, "I guess Grit is after Hans again."
He was just in time to see his bulldog shaking
