“Looks as if we’d get a warm reception!” exclaimed Tom.
“We shall!” declared Peltok. “These are Yellow Gypsies—one of the worst tribes in Persia. We’ve got to fight, I’m afraid!”
The airship ceased moving, and as she came to a halt the horde of evil-faced men rushed up to surround the craft.
CHAPTER XVI
TO THE RESCUE
“What are we going to do, Tom?” asked Ned of his chum, beside whom he stood in the forward part of the airship as it settled down in the midst of the Yellow Gypsies.
“Let’s wait and see which way the cat jumps,” was the answer. “These chaps may not be as bad as Peltok thinks they are.”
“They look nasty enough,” commented Brinkley.
“I wouldn’t like to meet ’em after dark,” said Hartman, to which Ned added:
“Well, we’re going to be with ’em after dark, all right.”
It was evident that this would be the case, for Peltok, who had run back to the motor room after the ship landed, now came out to say: