"Quick!" cried Tom. "We must get away before the elephant charges the Flyer."
"He has stopped," shouted Mr. Nestor, and it was indeed so. The big beast, seeing again the strange craft that had frightened him before, stood still for a moment, and then plunged off into the jungle, trumpeting with rage.
"Safe!" gasped Tom, as he looked at his camera to see if it had been damaged. It seemed all right.
"Bless my latch key!" cried Mr. Damon. "This moving picture business isn't the most peaceful one in the world."
"No, it has plenty of perils," agreed Mr. Nestor.
"Come on, let's get out of here while we have the chance," suggested Tom. "There may be another other herd upon us before we know it."
The airship was soon ascending, and Tom and his companions could look down and see the tame elephants in the stockade trying to calm the wild ones. Then the scene faded from sight.
"Well, if these pictures come out all right I'll have some fine ones," exclaimed Tom as he carried his camera to the room where he kept the films. "I fancy an elephant drive and stampede are novelties in this line."
"Indeed they are," agreed Mr. Nestor. "Mr.
