CHAPTER XXII
HOVERING O'ER THE BORDER
"Well, Tom, you see I couldn't get along without you," exclaimed Mr. Period, as he rushed forward and grasped Tom's hand, having alighted in rather an undignified manner from the horse that he had ridden. "I'm after you again."
"So I see," remarked our hero. "But I'm afraid I can't"
"Tut! Tut! Don't say that," interrupted the moving picture man. "I know what you're going to say. Don't do it! Don't go back on me, Tom! Have you the wonderful moving picture camera with you."
"I have, Mr. Period, but"
"Now! Now! That'll do," broke in the excitable little man. "If you have it, that's enough. I want you to get me some films, showing you in chase of the smugglers. They'll be great to exhibit in our chain of theatres."
"How did you know I was here?" asked Torn.
"Easily enough. I called at your house. Your
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