CHAPTER XIII
ON AN ELEPHANT TRAIL
"Get ready with your guns, everybody!" cried the old elephant hunter, as he prepared to leave the cabin of the Black Hawk. "Tom Swift, don't forget your electric rifle. There'll be trouble soon!"
"Bless my cartridge belt!" gasped Mr. Damon. "Why? What will happen?"
"The natives," answered Mr. Durban. "They'll attack us, sure as fate! See, already they're getting out their bows and arrows, and blowguns! They'll pierce the gas bag in a hundred places!"
"If they do, it will be a bad thing for us," muttered Tom. "We can't have that happen."
He followed the old elephant hunter outside, and Mr. Anderson, Ned Newton and Mr. Damon trailed after, each one with a gun, while Tom had his electric weapon. The airship rested on its wheels on some level ground, just
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