“That will be great!” exclaimed Ned.

The rescue was now in full swing, and, in a short time all the passengers and crew had been transferred to the life boats.  Tom got a good picture of the captain of the burning steamer being the last to leave his vessel.  Then the approaching life boats, with their loads of sailors, and rescued ones, were caught on the films.

“Are you all off?” cried the captain of the Belchar to the unfortunate skipper of the doomed ship.

“All off, yes, thank you.  It is a mercy you were at hand.  I have a cargo of oil.  You had better stand off, for she’ll explode in a few minutes.”

“I must get a picture of that!” declared Tom as the Belchar got under way again.  “That will cap the climax, and make a film that will be hard to beat.”

A few moments later there was a tremendous explosion on the tramp oiler.  A column of wreckage and black smoke shot skyward, and Tom secured a fine view of it.  Then the wreck disappeared beneath the waves, while the rescuing steamer sailed on, with those who had been saved.  They had brought off only the things they wore, for the fire had occurred suddenly, and spread rapidly.  Kind persons aboard the Belchar looked after the unfortunates.  Luckily there was not a large passenger list on the tramp.  And the crew was comparatively small, so it was not hard work to make room for them, or take care of them, aboard the Belchar.

Tom developed his pictures, and produced then in one of the large saloons, on a machine he borrowed from the man of whom Ned had spoken.  A dollar admission was charged, and the crowd was so large that Tom had to give two performances.  The films, showing the burning steamer and the rescue, were excellent, and enough money was realized to aid, most substantially, the unfortunate passengers and crew.

A few days later a New York bound steamer was spoken, and on it Tom sent the roll of developed films to Mr. Period, with a letter of explanation.

I will not give all the details of the rest of the voyage.  Sufficient to say that no accidents marred it, nor did Tom discover any suspicious characters aboard.  In due time our friends arrived at Calcutta, and were met by an agent of Mr. Period, for he had men in all quarters of the world, making films for him.

This agent took Tom and his party to a hotel, and arranged to have the airship parts sent to a large open shed, not far away, where it could be put together.  The wonderful scenes in the Indian city interested Tom and his companions for a time, but they had observed so many strange sights from time to time that they did not marvel greatly.  Koku, however, was much delighted.  He was like a child.

“What are you going to do first?” asked Ned, when they had recovered from the fatigue of the ocean voyage and had settled themselves in the hotel.

“Put the airship together,” replied our hero, “and then, after getting some Durbar pictures, we’ll head for the jungle.  I want to get some elephant pictures, showing the big beasts being captured.”