human
Well, of all queer yarns, this is the limit! exclaimed Tom, when the black had finished.
gpt
What had we better do about it?
human
Get ready to attack the red pygmies at once! decided Mr. Durban.
gpt
If we wait any longer it may be too late!
human
My idea, exactly,
gpt
Bless my bowie-knife! cried Mr. Damon.
human
I'd like to get a chance at the red imps! Come on, Tom! Let's start at once.
gpt
No, we need daylight to fight by, replied Tom, with a smile at his friend's enthusiasm.
human
We'll go forward in the morning.
gpt
In the airship?
human
I think so, answered Tom.
gpt
There can be no advantage now in trying to conceal ourselves. We can move upon them from where we are so quickly that they won't have much chance to get away. Besides it will take us too long to make our way through the jungle afoot. For, now that the escape of Tomba must be known, they may kill the captives at once to forestall any rescue.
human
Then we'll move forward in the morning,