Tom Swift and His Electric Rifle by Victor [pseud.] Appleton
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They were seated around a small campfire, watching the dancing and antics of some natives who were at their usual work of eating meat. All about our friends were numerous blazes for the cooking of the feasts, and some were on the very edge of the jungle. Suddenly, above the uncouth sounds of the merry-making, there was heard a deep vibration and roar, not unlike the distant rumble of thunder or the hum of a great steamer's whistle heard afar in the fog. "What's that?" cried Ned. "Lions," said Mr. Durban briefly. "They have been attracted by the smell of cooking." At that moment, and instantly following a very loud roar, there was an agonized scream of pain and terror. It sounded directly in back of the airship. "A lion!" cried Mr. Anderson. "One of the brutes has grabbed a native!" Tom Swift caught up his rifle, and darted off toward the dark jungle. CHAPTER XVI |
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