Mr. Period’s agent was a great help to them in this.  He secured native helpers, who aided Tom in assembling the airship, and in a week or two it was ready for a flight.  The wonderful camera, too, was looked over, and the picture agent said he had never seen a better one.

“It can take the kind of pictures I never could,” he said.  “I get Calcutta street scenes for Mr. Period, and occasionally I strike a good one.  But I wish I had your chance.”

Tom invited him to come along in the airship, but the agent, who only looked after Mr. Period’s interests as a side issue, could not leave his work.

The airship was ready for a flight, stores and provisions had been put on board, there was enough gasoline for the motor, and gas for the balloon bag, to carry the Flyer thousands of miles.  The moving picture camera had been tested after the sea voyage, and had been found to work perfectly.  Many rolls of films were taken along.  Tom got some fine views of the Durbar of India, and his airship created a great sensation.

“Now I guess we’re all ready for the elephants,” said Tom one day as he came back from an inspection of the airship as it rested in the big shed.  “We’ll start to-morrow morning, and head for the jungle.”

Amid the cries from a throng of wondering and awed natives, and with the farewells of Mr. Period’s agent ringing in their ears, Tom and his party made an early start.  The Flyer rose like a bird, and shot across the city, while on the house tops many people watches the strange sight.  Tom did not start his camera working, as Mr. Period’s agent said he had made many pictures of the Indian city, and even one taken from an airship, would not be much of a novelty.

Tom had made inquiries, and learned that by a day’s travel in his airship (though it would have been much longer ordinarily) he could reach a jungle where elephants might be found.  Of course there was nothing certain about it, as the big animals roamed all over, being in one district one day, and on the next, many miles off.

Gradually the city was left behind, and some time later the airship was sailing along over the jungle.  After the start, when Ned and Tom, with Mr. Damon helping occasionally, had gotten the machinery into proper adjustment, the Flyer almost ran herself.  Then Tom took his station forward, with his camera in readiness, and a powerful spyglass at hand, so that he might see the elephants from a distance.

He had been told that, somewhere in the district for which he was headed, an elephant drive was contemplated.  He hoped to be on hand to get pictures of it, and so sent his airship ahead at top speed.

On and on they rode, being as much at ease in the air as they would have been if traveling in a parlor car.  They did not fly high, as it was necessary to be fairly close to the earth to get good pictures.

“Well, I guess we won’t have any luck to-day,” remarked Ned, as night approached, and they had had no sight of the elephants.  They had gone over mile after mile of jungle, but had seen few wild beasts in sufficient numbers to make it worth while to focus the camera on them.