"We"ll do the best we can," declared Tom, "and I think we"ll succeed. We ought to be there in about a week, if we have no bad luck."
All that night the Black Hawk flew on over Africa, covering mile after mile, pa.s.sing over jungle, forest, plains, rivers and lakes, and, doubtless, over many native villages, though they could not be seen.
Morning found the travelers above a great, gra.s.sy plain, dotted here and there with negro settlements which were separated by rivers, lakes or thin patches of forest.
"Well, we"ll speed up a bit," decided Tom after breakfast, which was eaten to the weird accompaniment of hundreds of native warning-drums, beaten by the superst.i.tious blacks.
Tom went to the engine room, and turned on more speed. He was about to go back to the pilot house, to set the automatic steering apparatus to coincide with the course mapped out, when there was a crash of metal, an ominous snapping and buzzing sound, followed by a sudden silence.
"What"s that?" cried Ned, who was in the motor compartment with his chum.
"Something"s gone wrong!" exclaimed the young inventor, as he sprang back toward the engine. The propellers had ceased revolving, and as there was no gas in the bag at that time, it having been decided to save the vapor for future needs, the Black Hawk began falling toward the earth.
"We"re going down!" yelled Ned.
"Yes, the main motor has broken!" exclaimed Tom. "We"ll have to descend to repair it."
"Say!" yelled Mr. Damon, rushing in, "we"re right over a big African village! Are we going to fall among the natives?"
"It looks that way," admitted Tom grimly, as he hastened to the pilot house to shift the wings so that the craft could glide easily to the ground.
"Bless my shoe blacking!" cried the eccentric man as he heard the beating of drums, and the shouts of the savages.
A little later the airship had settled into the midst of a crowd of Africans, who swarmed all about the craft.
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 in front of a large hut, surrounded by a number of smaller ones. All about were the natives, tall, gaunt black men, hideous in their savagery, wearing only the loin cloth, and with their kinky hair stuck full of sticks, bones and other odd objects they presented a curious sight.
Some of them were dancing about, brandishing their weapons--clubs spears, bows, and arrows, or the long, slender blowguns, consisting merely of a hollow reed. Women and children there were, too, also dancing and leaping about, howling at the tops of their voices.
Above the unearthly din could be heard the noise of the drums and tom-toms, while, as the adventurers drew up in front of their airship, there came a sort of chant, and a line of natives, dressed fantastically in the skins of beasts, came filing out of the large hut.
"The witch-doctors!" exclaimed Tom, who had read of them in African travel books.
"Are they going to attack us?" cried Ned.
"Bless my hymn book! I hope not!" came from Mr. Damon. "We wouldn"t have any chance at all in this horde of black men. I wish Eradicate Sampson and his mule Boomerang were here. Maybe he could talk their language, and tell them that we meant no harm."
"If there"s any talking to be done, I guess our guns will have to do it," said Tom grimly.
"I can speak a little of their language," remarked Mr. Durban, "but what in the world are the beggars up to, anyhow? I supposed they"d send a volley of arrows at us, first shot, but they don"t seem to be going to do that."
"No, they"re dancing around us," said Tom.
"That"s it!" exclaimed Mr. Anderson. "I have it! Why didn"t I think of it before? The natives are welcoming us!"
"Welcoming us?" repeated Ned.
"Yes," went on the missionary seeker. "They are doing a dance in our honor, and they have even called out the witch-doctors to do us homage."
"That"s right," agreed Mr. Durban, who was listening to the chanting of the natives dressed in animal skins. "They take us for spirits from another land, and are making us welcome here. Listen, I"ll see if I can make out what else they are saying."
The character of the shouts and chants changed abruptly, and the dancing increased in fervor, even the children throwing themselves wildly about. The witch-doctors ran around like so many maniacs, and it looked as much like an American Indian war dance as anything else.
"I"ve got it!" shouted Mr. Durban, for he had to call loudly to be heard above the din. "They are asking us to make it rain. It seems there has been a dry spell here, and their own rain-makers and witch-doctors haven"t been able to get a drop out of the sky. Now, they take it that we have come to help them. They think we are going to bring rain."
"And if we don"t, what will happen?" asked Tom.
"Maybe they won"t be quite so glad to see us," was the answer.
"Well, if they don"t mean war, we might as well put up our weapons,"
suggested Mr. Anderson. "If they"re going to be friendly, so much the better, and if it should happen to rain while we"re here, they"d think we brought it, and we could have almost anything we wanted.
Perhaps they have a store of ivory hidden away, Mr. Durban. Some of these tribes do."
"It"s possible, but the chances for rain are very small. How long will we have to stay here, Tom Swift?" asked the elephant hunter anxiously.
"Well, perhaps I can get the motor mended in two or three days,"
answered the young inventor.
"Then we"ll have to stay here in the meanwhile," decided Mr. Durban.
"Well, we"ll make the best of it. Ha, here comes the native king to do us honor," and, as he spoke there came toward the airship a veritable giant of a black man, wearing a leopard skin as a royal garment, while on his head was a much battered derby hat, probably purchased at a fabulous price from some trader. The king, if such he could be called, was accompanied by a number of attendants and witch-doctors. In front walked a small man, who, as it developed, was an interpreter. The little cavalcade advanced close to the airship, and came to a halt. The king made a low bow, either to the craft or to the elephant hunters drawn up in front of it. His attendants followed his example, and then the interpreter began to speak.
Mr. Durban listened intently, made a brief answer to the little man, and then the elephant hunter"s face lighted up.
"It"s all right," he said to Tom and the others. "The king takes us for wonderful spirits from another land. He welcomes us, says we can have whatever we want, and he begs us to make it rain. I have said we will do our best, and I have asked that some food be sent us.
That"s always the first thing to do. We"ll be allowed to stay here in peace until Tom can mend the ship, and then we"ll hit the air trail again."
The talk between Mr. Durban and the interpreter continued for some little time longer. Then the king went back to his hut, refusing, as Mr. Durban said, an invitation to come aboard and see how a modern airship was constructed. The natives, too, seemed anxious to give the craft a wide berth.
The excitement had quieted down now, and, in a short time a crowd of native women came toward the airship, bearing, in baskets on their heads, food of various kinds. There were bananas, some wild fruits, yams, big gourds of goats" milk, some boiled and stewed flesh of young goats, nicely cooked, and other things, the nature of which could only be guessed at.
"Shall we eat this stuff, or stick to Mr. Damon"s cooking?" asked Tom.
"Oh, you"ll find this very good," explained Mr. Durban. "I"ve eaten native cookery before. Some of it is excellent and as this appears to be very good, Mr. Damon can have a vacation while we are here."