Occasionally a
caravan halted there, but, for the most part, they were alone.
"No danger of Eckert, or any of his spies coming here, I
guess," said Tom grimly as he blew on a portable forge, to weld
two pieces of iron together.
In due time they were again on the wing, and without further
incident they were soon in the vicinity of Stanley Falls. They
managed to locate a village where there were some American
missionaries established. They were friends of Mr. and Mrs.
Illington, the missionaries whom Tom had saved from the red
pygmies, as told in the "Electric Rifle" volume of this series,
and they made our hero and his friends welcome.
"Is it true?" asked Tom, of the missionaries who lived not far
from Stanley Falls, "that there is to be a native battle? Or are
we too late for it?"
"I am sorry to say, I fear there will be fighting among the
tribesmen," replied Mr. Janeway, one of the Christian workers.
"It has not yet taken place, though."
"Then I'm not too late!" cried Tom, and there was exultation in
his voice. "I don't mean to be barbarous," he went on, as he saw
that the missionaries looked shocked, "but as long as they are
going to fight I want to get the pictures.
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