quest. They navigated through the air for another week, stopping at several villages, and scanning the jungles and plains by means of powerful telescopes, for a sight of the red pygmies. They also asked for news of the sacking of the missionary settlement, but, beyond meager facts, could learn nothing.
"Well, we've got to keep on, that's all," decided Mr. Durban. "We may find them most unexpectedly."
"I'm sorry if I have taken you away from your work of gathering ivory," spoke Mr. Anderson. "Perhaps you had better let me go, and I'll see if I can't organize a band of friendly blacks, and search for the red dwarfs myself."
"Not much!" exclaimed Tom warmly. "I said we'd help rescue those missionaries, and we'll do it, too!"
"Of course," declared the old elephant hunter. "We have quite a lot of ivory, and, while we need more to make it pay well, we can look for it after we rescue the missionaries as well as before. Perhaps there will be a lot of elephants in the pygmies' land."
"I was only thinking that we can't go on forever in the airship," said Mr. Anderson. "You'll have to go back to civilization soon, won't you, Tom, to get gasolene?"
