"No, not go away," exclaimed Mr. Damon, "but make a night attack. We ought to be able to do something then, and with your illuminating rifle, Tom, we'd have an advantage! What do you say?"
"I say it's the very thing!" declared Tom, with sudden enthusiasm. "We'll attack them to-night, when they're off their guard, and we'll see if we can't get the missionaries out of that hut. And to better fool the savages, we'll just disappear now, and make them believe we've flown away."
"Then the missionaries will think we're deserting them," objected Mr. Anderson.
But there was no help for it, and so Tom once more turned on the power and the craft sailed away.
Tomba, the faithful black, begged to be allowed to go down, and tell his master and mistress that help would soon be at hand again, even though it looked like a retreat on the part of the rescuers, but this could not be permitted.
"They'd tear you in pieces as soon as you get among those red imps," said Tom. "You stay here, Tomba, and you can help us to-night."
"A'right, me glad help lick red fellows," said the black, with as cheerful a grin as he could summon.
The Black Hawk circled around, with Tom and
