"A few shots for them to remember us by!" cried Mr. Durban, as he sent more of the paralyzing electric currents into the red imps. Their yell of rage had now turned to shouts of terror, for the gleaming beam of light frightened them more than did the airship, or the bullets of the white men. The red pygmies fled to their huts.
"I guess we gave them a lesson," remarked Tom, as he started the propellers and sent the ship on through the night.
"Why, Tom! You're hurt!" cried Ned, who came into the pilot house at that moment, and saw blood on his chum.
"Only a scratch," the young inventor declared.
"It's more than that," said Mr. Durban who looked at it a little later. "It must be bound up, Tom."
And, while Ned steered the ship back to the jungle clearing whence they had come to make the night attack, Tom's wound was dressed.
Meanwhile the two missionaries had been well taken care of. They were given other garments, even some dresses being provided for Mrs. Illingway, for when the voyage was begun Tom had considered the possibility of having a woman on board, and had bought some ladies' garments. Then, having cast down to earth the ill-smelling skins which formed their clothes while cap-
