"That gives us about half Africa for hunting-ground, and a job for
life!" laughed Yerkes.

"Might have a worse!" Fred answered, resentful of cold water thrown on
his discovery.

"Were you Tippoo Tib's slave when he buried the ivory?" demanded Monty,
and the old man nodded.

"Where were you at the time?"

Juma made a gesture intended to suggest immeasurable distances toward
the West, and the name of the place he mentioned was one we had never
heard of.

"Can you take us to Tippoo Tib when we leave this place?" I asked, and
be nodded again.

"How much ivory do you suppose there was?" asked Yerkes.

"Teli, teli!" he answered, shaking his head.

"Too much!" Fred translated.

"Pretty fair to middling vague," said Yerkes,
"but"--judicially--"almost worth investigating!"

"Investigating?" Fred sprang from his chair. "It's better than all
King Solomon's mines, El Dorado, Golconda, and Sindbad the Sailor's
treasure lands--rolled in one! It's an obviously good thing! All we