nothing save to work on his new rifle—Tom, we say, sighed for new adventures.
"Well, Tom, what is on your mind?" asked his father at the supper table that evening. "What is worrying you?"
"Nothing is worrying me, dad."
You are thinking of something. I can see that. Are you afraid your electric rifle won't work as well as you hope, when Ned comes over to try it?"
"No, it isn't that, dad. But I may as well tell you, I guess. I've been reading in the paper about a big elephant hunt in Africa, and I"
"That's enough, Tom! You needn't say any more," interrupted Mr. Swift. "I can see which way the wind is blowing. You want to go to Africa with your new rifle."
"Well, dad, not exactly—that—is"
"Now, Tom, you needn't deny it," and Mr. Swift laughed. "Well, I don't blame you a bit. You have been rather idle of late."
"I would like to go, dad," admitted the young inventor, "only I'd never think of it while you weren't well."
"Don't worry about me, Tom. Of course I will be lonesome while you are gone, but don't let that stand in the way. If you want to go to
