The earthquake was confined to the region right about the volcano, or there might have been a great loss of life in the city.  As it was, the damage done was comparatively slight.

Tom continued to take views, some showing the earth as it was twisted and torn, and other different aspects of the crater.  Then, as suddenly as the earthquake had begun, it subsided, and the volcano was less active.

“My!  I’m glad to see that!” exclaimed Mr. Damon.  “I’ve had about enough of horrors!”

“And I have too,” added Tom.  “I’m on my last roll of film, and I can’t take many more pictures.  But I guess I have all Mr. Period needs, and we’ll start for home, as soon as I finish the next roll.  But I’m going to save that for a night view.  That will he a novelty.”

The volcano became active again after dark, and presented a magnificent though terrifying aspect.  As the airship hovered above it, Tom got some of his best pictures, and then, as the last bit of film slipped along back of the lens, the airship was headed north.

“Now for Shopton!” cried Tom.  “Our trip is ended.”

“It’s too had you didn’t have more film,” said Ned.  “I thought you had plenty.”

“Well, I used more than I counted on, but there are enough pictures as it is.”

“Plenty,” agreed Mr. Nestor.  “I’m sure our company will be very well satisfied with them, Tom.  We can’t get home any too soon to suit me.  I’ve had enough excitement.”

“And we didn’t see anything of those other fellows whom we heard about,” spoke Mr. Damon, as the big airship flew on.

“No,” said Tom.  “But I’m not worrying about them.”

They made another stop in Lima, on their homeward trip, to renew their supply of gasolene, and there learned that the rival picture men had arrived at the volcano too late to see it in operation.  This news came to a relative of one of the two men who lived in Lima.

“Then our views of the earthquake and the smoking mountain will be the only ones, and your company can control the rights,” said Tom to Mr. Nestor, who agreed with him.

In due time, and without anything out of the ordinary happening the Flyer reached Shopton, where Tom found a warm welcome awaiting him, not only from his father, but from a certain young lady, whose name I do not need to mention.

“And so you got everything you went after, didn’t you, Tom,” exclaimed Mr. Period, a few days later, when he had come from New York to get the remainder of the films.

“Yes, and some things I didn’t expect,” replied Tom.  “There was—­”

“Yes!  Yes!  I know!” interrupted the odd picture man.  “It was that jungle fire.  That’s a magnificent series.  None better.  And those scoundrels took your camera; eh?”

“Yes.  Could you connect them with Turbot and Eckert?” asked Tom.

“No, but I’m sure they were acting for them just the same.  I had no legal evidence to act on, however, so I had to let it go.  Turbot and Eckert won’t be in it when I start selling duplicates of the films you have.  And these last ought to be the best of all.  I didn’t catch that fellow when I raced after him on the dock.  He got away, and has steered clear of me since,” finished Mr. Period.