“Yes, I own some stock in the company, and, Tom, that’s what I came over to see you about.  I need a vacation.  Mary and her mother are going away this Spring for a long visit, and I was wondering if you couldn’t take me with you on the trips you will make to get moving pictures for our concern.”

“Of. course I can, Mr. Nestor.  “I’ll be glad to do it.”

“And there is another thing, Tom,” went on Mr. Nestor, soberly.  “I’ve got a good deal of my fortune tied up in this moving picture affair.  I want to see you win out—­I don’t want our rivals to get ahead of us.”

“They shan’t get ahead of us.”

“You see, Tom, it’s this way.  There is a bitter fight on between our concern and that controlled by our rivals.  Each is trying to get the business of a large chain of moving picture theatres throughout the United States.  These theatre men are watching us both, and the contracts for next season will go to the concern showing the best line of films.  If our rivals get ahead of us—­well, it will just about ruin our company,—­and about ruin me too, I guess.”

“I shall do my very best,” answered our hero.

“Is Mr. Damon going along?”

“Well, I have just written to ask him.  I sent the letter yesterday.

“Doesn’t he know what you contemplate?”

“Not exactly.  You see when he came, that time I was overcome by the fumes from the acids, everything was so upset that I didn’t get a chance to tell him.  He’s been away on business ever since, but returned yesterday.  I certainly hope that he goes with us.  Ned Newton is coming, and with you, and Koku and myself, it will be a nicer party.”

“Then you are going to take Koku?”

“I think I will.  I’m a little worried about what these rival moving picture men might do, and if I get into trouble with them, my giant helper would come in very useful, to pick one up and throw him over a tree top, for instance.”

“Indeed, yes,” agreed Mr. Nestor, with a laugh.  “But I hope nothing like that happens.”

“Nothing like that happens?” suddenly asked a voice.  “Bless my bookcase! but there always seems to be something going on here.  What’s up now, Tom Swift?”

“Nothing much, Mr. Damon,” replied our hero, as he recognized his odd friend.  “We were just talking about moving pictures, Mr. Damon, and about you.  Did you get my letter?”

“I did, Tom.”

“And are you going with us?”

“Tom, did you ever know me to refuse an invitation from you?  I guess not!  Of course I’m going.  But, for mercy sakes, don’t tell my wife!  She mustn’t know about it until the last minute, and then she’ll be so surprised, when I tell her, that she won’t think of objecting.  Don’t let her know.”

Tom laughed, and promised, and then the three began talking of the prospective trip.  After a bit Ned Newton joined the party.

Tom showed the two men how his new camera worked.  He had made several improvements on it since the first pictures were taken, and now it was almost perfect.  Mr. Period had been out to see it work, and said it was just the apparatus needed.