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They went back to the underground city and began to explore it with a view of taking back to civilization some word of its wonders and beauties. "Didn't Mr. Illingway, in his letters, say something about an immense golden statue here?" asked Ned, when they had almost completed a circuit of the underground place. "So he did!" exclaimed Tom. "I'd almost forgotten.
"Are they all saved?" he asked, looking at the little group of persons who had climbed up from the motor boat. "Mr. Damon, you had better make some hot coffee. Koku, you help. "Tom Swift!" cried out Mr. and Mrs. Illingway together, as they made a rush for the young inventor. "Don't you know us?" To say that Tom was surprised at this, would be putting it mildly.
They all agreed with this, and then, as there was no further danger of being overheard, they resumed their talk about the city of gold. It was decided that they would have to wait the arrival of another letter from Mr. Illingway before starting for Mexico. "Well, as long as that much is settled, I think I'd better be going home," suggested Mr. Damon. "I know my wife will be anxious about me."
"I've got some great news simply great, and your gyroscope can wait, dad. Listen to this letter," and he prepared to read it. "Who's it from?" asked Mr. Damon. "Mr. Jacob Illingway, the African missionary whom you and I rescued, together with his wife, from the red pigmies!" cried Tom. "Think of that! Of all persons to get a letter from, and SUCH a letter! SUCH news in it. Why, it's simply great!
Damon, for the rescuers and rescued ones were hungry, and since they had been held prisoners the two missionaries had not been given very good food. "Oh, it hardly seems possible that we are eating with white men again," said Mr. Illingway, as he took a second cup of coffee, "hardly possible!" "And to see electric lights, instead of a camp-fire," added his wife.
You remember Mr. and Mrs. Illingway; don't you Mr. Damon? How we went to Africa after elephant's tusks, with Mr. Durban the hunter, and how we got the missionaries away from those little savages in my airship don't you remember?" "I should say I did!" exclaimed Mr. Damon. "Bless my watch chain but they were regular imps the red Pygmies I mean, not the missionaries. But what is Mr.
Illingway, after more questioning of the black, "that he heard the red pygmies boasting of it after we had escaped. Tomba says he heard them say that, though we were gone, and could not be killed, or sacrificed, the other two captives would meet that horrible fate." "Two other white captives in the hands of the red imps!" murmured Tom. "We must rescue them!"
They also mentioned the fact that adjoining the country of the friendly blacks there was a tribe of fierce little red men, red because of hair of that color all over their bodies." "That's right," agreed Mr. Durban, shaking his head solemnly. "They're red imps, too!" "Mr. Illingway often mentioned in his letters," went on Mr.
"It's going to take quite a while to get ready, and then we've got to wait to hear from Mr. Illingway. I wonder if it's true that Mr. Foger has lost his fortune; or was that only a trick?" "Oh, it's true enough," answered Ned. "I heard some of the bank officials talking about it the other day."
That used to be it's name, but Mr. Illingway says it may be abandoned now, or the name changed. But I guess we can find it." "Then, according to what he could learn from the African natives, who talked with the white man, the best way is to hire ox carts and strike into the jungle. That's the only way to carry our baggage, and the dirigible balloon which I'm going to take along."
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