Tom Swift and His Electric Rifle by Victor [pseud.] Appleton
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"I don't want to deceive these simple natives," he said, "and for
our own safety we can't pretend to make rain, and fail. As soon as we have a chance we'll slip away from here." But an unexpected happening made a change in their plans. It was on, the afternoon of their third day in the native village, and Tom and his assistants were working hard at the motor. Suddenly there seemed to be great excitement in the vicinity of the king's hut. A native had rushed into the village from the jungle, evidently with some news, for presently the whole place was in a turmoil. Once more the king and his attendants filed out toward the airship. Once more the interpreter talked to Mr. Durban, who listened eagerly. "By Jove! here's our chance!" he cried to Tom, when the little man had finished. "What is it?" asked the young inventor. "A runner has just come in with news that a large herd of wild elephants is headed this way. The king is afraid the big beasts will trample down all their crops, as often occurs, and he begs us to go out and drive the animals away. It's just what we want. Come on, Tom, and all of you. The airship will be safe here, for the natives think that to meddle with it would mean death or enchantment for then. We'll get on our first elephant trail!" The old hunter went into the cabin for his big game gun, while Tom hastened to get out his electric rifle. Now he would have a chance |
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