week from the time of arriving in Paris, they left that beautiful city. The pictures already taken were forwarded to Mr. Period, with a letter of explanation of Tom's adventures thus far, and an account of how his rivals had acted.
Just before sailing, Tom received another message from his strange employer. The cablegram read:
"Understand our rivals are also going to try for volcano pictures. Can't find out who will represent Turbot and Eckert, but watch out. Be suspicious of strangers."
"That's what I will!" cried Tom. "If they get my camera away from me again, it will be my own fault."
The voyage to Colon was not specially interesting. They ran into a terrific storm, about half way over, and Tom took some pictures from the steamer's bridge, the captain allowing him to do so, but warning him to be careful.
"I'll take Koku up there with me," said the young inventor, "and if a wave tries to wash me overboard he'll grab me."
And it was a good thing that he took this precaution, for, while a wave did not get as high as the bridge, one big, green roller smashed over
