"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.
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