When he came to again he found himself in an elegantly furnished apartment with a man bending over him.
"Where am I?" gasped the boy, gazing wildly about him.
"You are all right now," was the reply. "You had quite a fall, but I have examined you and find no bones broken. Here, drink this, and you will feel first rate."
Van placed his lips to the shining metal mug that was proffered him, and drank its contents almost at a single gulp.
It tasted like wine, only more delicious than any he had ever drank before.
As the strange man said it would, it made him feel better, and he arose to a sitting posture.
Van glanced long and earnestly at the man before he uttered a word.
He saw that he was a Caucasian, attired in Oriental costume, and that was all there was of it.
"Who are you?" asked the boy; "and what place am I in?"
"You are in the African Utopia, which is situated in the wildest part of the Dark Continent," was the reply. "Now, let me ask you a question: How did you get here?"