consented to it. But they needed him to point out the exact location of the pygmies' village, since it was not the one the hunter-scout had been near.
The Black Hawk sailed through the air. On board eager eyes looked down for a first sight of the red imps. Tomba, who was at Tom's side in the steering tower, told him, as best he could, from time to time, how to set the rudders.
"Pretty soon by-em-by be there," said the black man at length. "Pass ober dat hill, den red devils live."
"Well, we'll soon be over that hill," announced Tom grimly. "I guess we'd better get our rifles ready for the battle."
"Are you going to attack them at once?" asked Mr. Damon.
"Well," answered the young inventor, "I don't believe we ought to kill any of them if we can avoid it. I don't like to do such a thing, but perhaps we can't help ourselves. My plan is to take the airship down, close to the hut where the missionaries are confined. Tomba can point it out to, us. If we can rescue them without bloodshed, so much the better. But we'll fight if we have to."
Grimly they watched as the airship sailed over the hill. Then suddenly there came into view a collection of mud huts on a vast plain, surrounded
