I guess I was mistaken in thinking the
volcano inactive."
"It was a piece of great good luck for us that the eruption came when
it did," said Frank.
"It was a terrific one," commented Billy.
The professor laughed.
"Terrific," he echoed, "why, my boy, you ought to see a real eruption.
This was nothing. See, the smoke is already dying down. It is over."
"Well, it may not have been a big one, but you were in a mighty hurry
to get to the aeroplane," said Billy with a grin.
"That was so that I could get my volcano monster's flea back safe and
sound," exclaimed the man of science. "See here."
He took from his pocket and held up a small bottle.
"Look there," he exclaimed in triumph.
"Well," said the others, who, all but Frank, who was steering, were
regarding the naturalist.
"Well," he repeated somewhat querulously, "don't you see it?"
"See what?" asked Billy, after a prolonged scrutiny of the bottle.
"Why, the flea, the little insect I caught in the shaggy fur of the
volcano monster?"
"No," cried both boys simultaneously.
The professor gazed at the bottle in a puzzled way.
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