Part 27 (1/2)

”That's so,” admitted Tom. ”Well, if they had only postponed this reception for a few hours we'd have been out of their way, and they wouldn't have had this trouble,” and he glanced at the aeroplane, that stood in the big hut, ready for instant flight.

”They're coming back!” suddenly shouted Ned, and a look from the half-opened windows showed the giants again advancing.

”I've got the Roman candles!” called Mr. Poddington from a corner where he had been rummaging in that box of Tom's which contained so many surprises. ”What shall I do with 'em?”

”Let 'em go right in their faces!” yelled Tom. ”They won't do much damage, but they'll throw a scare into the big fellows! Get ready, Ned!”

”They're dividing!” shouted his chum. ”They're coming at us from two sides!”

”They're only trying to confuse us,” decided Tom. ”Fire at the main body!” And with that he opened up with his electric rifle, an example followed by Mr. Damon and Ned.

With a whizz, and several sharp explosions, the circus man got the Roman candles into action. The glaring fire of them lighted up the scene better than did the flaming torches of the giants, and truly it was a wonderful sight. There, in that lonely hut, in the midst of a South American jungle, four intrepid white persons, and an aged but brave negro, stood against hundreds of giants--mighty men, who, had they come to a personal contact, any one of which would have been more than a match for the combined strength of Tom and his party. It was a weird picture that the young inventor looked out upon, but his heart did not quail.

Giant after giant went down under the fierce rain of the electric bullets, stunned, but not otherwise injured. There was a shower of sparks, and a hail of burning b.a.l.l.s from the Roman candles, but still the advance was kept up. Eradicate was banging away with his shotgun.

”Dis suah am hot work!” cried the colored man, as his hand came in contact with the barrel. ”Wow! It's most RED hot!” he added with a cry of pain.

”Use the other gun,” advised Tom, never turning his head from the window through which he was aiming. ”That one may get choked, and explode in here.”

”All right,” answered Eradicate.

”Duck!” yelled Ned with sudden energy. ”They're going to fire!” A number of the giants could be seen fitting arrows to bow strings, while others raised to their lips the long hollow reeds, from which the blow guns were made. It was the first time the enemy had fired and doubtless they had held back because they hoped to capture Tom and his friends alive. But they did not count on such a stubborn resistance.

Every one moved away from the windows, and not an instant too soon, for, a moment later, a shower of arrows and darts came in, fortunately injuring no one.

Then, above the shouting and yelling of the giants, whose deep, ba.s.s voices had a terrorizing effect, there came the din of the tom-toms, making a weird combination of sound.

”We've got 'em on the run again!” cried Ned, and so it proved, for the larger body of giants, who had approached the hut from the front and two sides, were running back.

”Guess they've given it up,” exclaimed Tom. ”I'm glad of it, too, for--”

He paused and glanced behind him. A tiny spurt of flame at the base of the rear wall of the hut had caught his eye. Instantly the flame grew larger, and a puff of smoke followed.

”Fire!” cried Ned. ”We're on fire!”

”Bless my water bucket!” gasped Mr. Damon. ”They've set fire to the hut!”

It was but too true. While Tom and the others had been standing off the giants in front, a smaller force had crept around to the rear, and set the inflamable side of the hut ablaze.

Desperately Tom looked around. There was no means at hand of fighting fire. Hardly a bucket of water was in the place, and the structure was filled with quick-burning stuff, while the fireworks that remained, and the blasting powder, made it doubly dangerous.

Then Tom's eyes lighted on the big aeroplane, ready for instant service.

”That's it!” he cried suddenly. ”It's our only hope, and the last one! Come on, everybody! Down with that wall! Pull on the ropes and it will come! We've got to go now. In another minute it will be too late. Climb up, Mr. Poddington, Mr. Damon, Ned, and I will start the machine.”

”The wall first! The wall!” cried Ned.

”Sure,” answered Tom. He and his friends grasped the two ropes that had been attached to the key-beams in the structure. It had been so arranged that when the supports were pulled out the wall would fall outward, making a fairly smooth and level gangplank, on which the aeroplane could rush from the hut.