nor could they learn what had become of Tomba, who had brought the dire news to civilization.
"It's too soon to hope for anything yet," said Mr. Anderson. "Wait until we get near the country of the red pygmies."
"And then it may be too late," said Tom in a low voice.
It was two weeks after their arrival in Majumba that Tom announced that all was in readiness. The airship was in perfect working order, it was well stocked with food, arms, articles and trinkets with which to trade among the natives, spare parts for the machinery, special tools and a good supply of the chemicals needed to manufacture the lifting gas.
Of course Tom did not leave behind his electric weapon and Mr. Durban and the others took plenty of ammunition for the ordinary rifles which they carried.
One morning, after cabling to his father that they were about to start, Tom gave a last careful look to his airship, tested the motor and dynamos, took a hasty survey of the storeroom, to see that nothing had been forgotten, and gaye the word to get aboard.
They took their places in the cabin. Outside a crowd of natives, and white traders of many
