“He’s done for,” said Ned. “I guess you have the tusks you want now, Mr. Durban.”
“I think so,” agreed the hunter, and when the airship was sent down, and the ivory cut out, it was found that the tusks were even larger than they had supposed. “It is a prize worth having,” said Mr. Durban. “I’m sure my customer will think so, too. Now I’m ready to head for the coast.”
Tom Swift went to the engine room, while the last big tusks were being stored away with the other ivory. Several parts of the motor needed oiling, and Ned was assisting in this work.
“Going to start soon?” asked Mr. Durban, appearing in the doorway.
“Yes; why?” inquired Tom, who noted an anxious note in the voice of the hunter.
“Well, I don’t like staying longer in this jungle than I can help. It’s not healthy in the first place, and then it’s a wild and desolate place, where all sorts of wild beasts are lurking, and where wandering hands of natives may appear at any time.”
“You don’t mean that the red pygmies will come back; do you?” asked Ned.
“There’s no telling,” replied Mr. Durban with a shrug of his shoulders. “Only, as long as we’ve got what we’re after, I’d start off as soon as possible.”
“Yes, don’t run any chances with those little red men,” begged Andy Foger, who had given himself up for lost when he and his companion fell into their hands.
“Radder vould I be mit cannibals dan dose little imps!” spoke the German fervently.