Part 23 (1/2)

”Come on!” he yelled. ”They're awake and after us!”

The din outside increased. Tom heard the rifles of his friends crack. He saw, through the torn door curtain, the flashes of fire.

Then came a blue glare, and Tom knew that Mr. Durban was using the electric weapon.

By these intermittent gleams Tom managed to see sufficiently to thrust Mr. and Mrs. Illingway ahead of him. Tomba was at their side.

The yells inside the hut were almost deafening. All the red dwarfs left to guard the captives had awakened, and they could see well enough to attack Tom. Fortunately they had no weapons, but they fairly threw themselves upon the st.u.r.dy lad, trying to pull him down.

”Go on! Go on!” he yelled to the captives, fairly pus.h.i.+ng them along. Then, knowing they were out of the way, he turned and fired his two revolvers as fast as he could pull the triggers, into the very faces of the red imps who were seeking to drag him down. Again and again he fired, until he had emptied both cylinders of his weapons.

He felt the grasps of the fiendish little men relax one by one. Tom finally dragged himself loose, and staggered out of the hut. The captives and Tomba were right in front of him. At the airs.h.i.+p, which loomed up in the flashes from the guns and electric rifle, Tom's friends were giving battle. About them swarmed the hordes of savages, with more of the imps pouring in every moment.

”Get aboard!” cried Tom to the missionaries. ”Get on the airs.h.i.+p, and we'll move out of this!”

He felt a stinging pain in his neck, where an arrow struck him. He tore the arrow out, and rushed forward. Fairly pus.h.i.+ng Mr. and Mrs.

Illingway up on deck before him, Tom followed. Tomba was capering about his master and mistress, and he swung his big club savagely.

He had not been idle, and many a red imp had gone down under his blows.

”Rescued! Rescued!” murmured Mr. Illingway, as Tom hastened to the pilot house to start the motor.

CHAPTER XXIV

TWO OTHER CAPTIVES

But the rescue was not yet accomplished. Those on the airs.h.i.+p were still in danger, and grave peril, for all about them were the red savages, shouting, howling, yelling and capering about, as they were now thoroughly aroused, and realized that their captives had been taken away from them. They determined to get them back, and were rallying desperately to battle. Nearly all of them were armed by this time, and flight after flight of spears and arrows were thrown or shot toward the airs.h.i.+p.

Fortunately it was too dark to enable the pygmies to take good aim.

They were guided, to an extent, by the flashes of fire from the rifles, but these were only momentary. Still some of our friends received slight wounds, for they stood on the open deck of the craft.

”Bless my eye-gla.s.ses!” suddenly exclaimed Mr. Damon. ”I'm stuck!”

”Don't mind that!” advised Ned. ”Keep on pouring lead into them.

We'll soon be away from here!”

”Don't fire any more!” called Mr. Durban. ”The gun-flashes tell them where to shoot. I'll use the electric rifle. It's better.”

They followed his advice, and put aside their weapons. By means of the electric flash, which he projected into the midst of the savages, without the glare coming on the airs.h.i.+p, Mr. Durban was able to tell where to aim. Once he had a ma.s.s of red pygmies located, he could keep on shooting charge after charge into their midst.

”Use it full power!” called Tom, as he opened the gas machine to its widest capacity, so the bag would quickly fill, and the craft be sent forward, for it was so dark, and the ground near the huts so uneven, that the Black Hawk could not rise as an aeroplane.

The elephant hunter turned on full strength in the electric gun and the wireless bullets were sent into the midst of the attackers. The result was surprising. They were so closely packed together that when one was. .h.i.t the electrical shock was sent through his nearly naked body into the naked bodies of his tribesmen who pressed on every side of him. In consequence whole rows of the savages went down at a time, disabled from fighting any more.

Meanwhile Tom was working frantically to hasten the rising of the airs.h.i.+p. His neck pained him very much where the arrow had struck him, but he dared not stop now to dress the wound. He could feel the blood running down his side, but he shut his teeth grimly and said nothing.

The two missionaries, scarcely able to believe that they were to be saved, had been shown into an inner cabin by Tomba, who had become somewhat used to the airs.h.i.+p by this time, and who could find his way about well in the dark, for no lights had yet been turned on.

Hundreds of pygmies had been disabled, yet still others came to take their places. The gas bag was again punctured in several places, but the rents were small, and Tom knew that he could make the gas faster than it could escape, unless the bag was ripped open.