“Guess their films gave out,” spoke Tom.  “Well, you see it didn’t do any harm to come down, and I got some better views here.”

“Here they come back!” exclaimed Ned, as a horde of the black fellows emerged f row the jungle, and came on over the plain.

“Hear ’em sing!” commented Tom, as the sound of a rude chant came to their ears.  “They must be the winners all right.”

“I guess so,” agreed Ned.  “But what about staying here now?  Maybe they won’t be so friendly to us when they haven’t any fighting to occupy their minds.”

“Don’t worry,” advised Tom.  “They won’t bother us.”

And the blacks did not.  They were caring for their wounded, who had not already been taken from the field, and they paid no attention to our friends, save to look curiously at the airship.

“Bless my newspaper!” cried Mr. Damon, with an air of relief.  “I’m glad that’s over, and we didn’t have to use the electric rifles, after all.”

“Here come the Englishmen to pay us a visit,” spoke Ned a little later, as they sat about the cabin of the Flyer.  The two rival picture men soon climbed on deck.

“Beg pardon,” said the taller of the two, addressing our hero, “but could you lend us a roll of film?  Ours are all used up, and we want to get some more pictures before going back to our main camp.”

“I’m sorry,” replied Tom, “but I use a special size, and it fits no camera but my own.”

“Ah! might we see your camera?” asked the other Englishman.  “That is, see how it works?”

“I don’t like to be disobliging,” was Tom’s answer, “but it is not yet patented and—­well—­” he hesitated.

“Oh, I see!” sneered the taller visitor.  “You’re afraid we might steal some of your ideas.  Hum!” Come on Montgomery,” and, swinging on his heels, with a military air, he hurried away, followed by his companion.

“They don’t like that, but I can’t help it,” remarked Tom to his friends a little later.  “I can’t afford to take any chances.”

“No, you did just right,” said Mr. Nestor.  “Those men may be all right, but from the fact that they are in the picture taking business I’d be suspicious of them.”

“Well, what’s next on the programme?” asked Ned as Tom put his camera away.

“Oh, I think we’ll stay here over night,” was our hero’s reply.  “It’s a nice location, and the gas machine needs cleaning.  We can do it here, and maybe I can get some more pictures.”

They were busy the rest of the day on the gas generator, but the main body of natives did not come back, and the Englishmen seemed to have disappeared.

Everyone slept soundly that night.  So soundly, in fact, that the sun was very high when Koku was the first to awaken, His head felt strangely dizzy, and he wondered at a queer smell in the room he had to himself.

“Nobody up yet,” he exclaimed in surprise, as he staggered into the main cabin.  There, too, was the strange, sweetish, sickly smell.  “Mr. Tom, where you be?  Time to get up!” the giant called to his master, as he went in, and gently shook the young inventor by the shoulder.