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.
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