overs
of "Arabian Nights." Had genii and fairies, elfs and goblins, appeared
before them bearing gifts of gold and jewels they would hardly have
been surprised, so unreal did everything appear to their tired minds;
and tired bodies only grew more tired under the stress of the social
demands.

Strange indeed were their feelings when, upon looking at back files of
newspapers, they read the history of their exploits, recorded with a
degree of detail which must have taxed the imaginative resources of
editorial staffs to gray hairs; and saw picture after picture taken
with their own camera and sent across many a continent in the form of
undeveloped film, now to bring before their eyes once more the realism
of the moment when they were taken. There were photographs of
themselves collectively and individually in many a place now far
distant; views of the machine at rest, and of parts of it among the
clouds and above them; two views of the fight with the condors; several
of Grandpa in various amusing positions; many pictures of foreign
places and of natives; illustrations showing the battle with the
devil-fish; storms as seen from below, and storms as seen below when
flying above them. Even pictures of the wreck of the _Clarion_, and of
Oliver Torrey climbing up the rope ladder, were not missing.

Before the flyers left Panama, Paul received many offers to sell
Grandpa to various admirers, but no amount of money could have induced
him to part with this faithful little mascot. Oliver Torrey
particularly felt that he owed a great debt of gratitude to the monkey.

When the party finally reached New York City, after a non-incidental
flight of one night and the major portion of a day, they were given
another ovation--one which far outrivaled in volume the one they had
received at Panama. The mayor and city officials wished to fete them,
but the boys were too exhausted to stand more of such doings; they
wished to get home as soon as possible, hide from everybody but those
in their immediate families, and just rest--rest--rest. They didn't
think they would even care to see their dear old Sky-Bird again for
several months.

It would be hard indeed to comprehend the feelings that surged through
the flyers as they landed the airplane in the fair-grounds of their own
native town--Yonkers--and were greeted by hundreds of familiar faces
and voices, to say nothing of the hand-clasps of many old-time friends.

But, after all, the