as for birds, there were thousands of them. It was like living over a circus, Ned declared.
They had descended one day just outside a large native village to make inquiries about elephants and the red pygmies. Of the big beasts no signs had been seen in several months, the hunters of the tribe told Mr. Durban. And concerning the red pygmies, the blacks seemed indisposed to talk.
Tom and the others could not understand this, until a witch-doctor, whom the elephant hunter had met some time ago, when he was on a previous expedition, told him that the tribe had a superstitious fear of speaking of the little men.
"They may be around us—in the forest or jungle at any minute," the witch-doctor said. "We never speak of them."
"Say, do you suppose that can be a clew?" asked Tom eagerly. "They may be nearer at hand than we think."
"It's possible," admitted the hunter. "Suppose we stay here for a few days, and I'll see if I can't get some of the natives to go off scouting in the woods, and locate them, or at least put us on the trail of the red dwarfs."
This was considered good advice, and it was decided to adopt it. Accordingly the airship was put in a safe place, and our friends prepared
