the Black Hawk again, and rush that to completion."
"The Black Hawk?" repeated Mr. Durban, wonderingly.
"Yes, that's what I will name my new craft. The Red Cloud was destroyed, and so I thought I'd change the color this time, and avoid bad luck."
"Good!" exclaimed the hunter. "When do you think you can have it finished?"
"Oh, possibly in a month—perhaps sooner, and then we will go to Africa and hunt elephants!"
"Bless my ivory paper cutter!" exclaimed a voice in the hall just outside the library. "Bless my fingernails! But who's talking about going to Africa?"
The old hunter looked at Tom and his father in surprise, but the young inventor laughing and going to the door, called out:
"Come on in, Mr. Damon, I didn't hear you ring. There is some one here from your town."
"Is it my wife?" asked the odd gentleman who was always blessing something. "She said she was going to her mother's to spend a few weeks, and so I thought I'd come over here and see if you had anything new on the program. The first thing I hear is that you are going to Africa.
