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.

"We'll float along to-night," decided Tom, "and try again in
the morning."

It was about ten o'clock the next day, when Ned, who had
relieved Tom on watch, uttered a cry:

"What is it?" asked his chum, as he rushed forward. "Has
anything happened?"

"Lots!" cried Ned. "Look!" He pointed down below. Tom saw,
crashing through the jungle, a big herd of elephants. Behind
them, almost surrounding them, in fact, was a crowd of natives in
charge of white hunters, who were driving the herd toward a
stockade.

"There's a chance for a grand picture!" exclaimed Tom, as he