“No, it is too dangerous a journey on which to take her.  I have little hope of succeeding, for it is now some time since the unfortunate missionaries were captured, but I am going to do my best, and organize a relief expedition when I get to Africa.”

Tom said nothing at that moment, but he made up his mind that if it was at all possible he would lend his aid, that of his airship, and also get his friends to assist Mr. Anderson.  They went below to a special cabin that had been reserved for Tom’s party, and there, as the ship slowly passed down New York Bay, Mr. Anderson told his story.

“I mentioned to you, when we were on Earthquake Island,” he said to Tom, “that I had been in Africa, and had done some hunting.  That is not my calling, as it is that of your friend, Mr. Durban, but I know the country pretty well.  However, I have not been there in some time.”

“My wife and I are connected with a church in New York that, several years ago, raised a fund and sent two missionaries, Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Illingway, to the heart of Africa.  They built up a little mission there, and for a time all went well, and they did good work among the natives.”

“They are established in a tribe of friendly black men, of simple nature, and, while the natives did not become Christianized to any remarkable extent, yet they were kind to the missionaries.  Mr. and Mrs. Illingway used frequently to write to members of our church, telling of their work.  They also mentioned the fact that adjoining the country of the friendly blacks there was a tribe of fierce little red men,—­red because of hair of that color all over their bodies.”

“That’s right,” agreed Mr. Durban, shaking his head solemnly.  “They’re red imps, too!”

“Mr. Illingway often mentioned in his letters,” went on Mr. Anderson, “that there were frequent fights between the pygmies and the race of blacks, but the latter had no great fear of their small enemies.  However, it seems that they did not take proper precautions, for not long ago there was a great battle, the blacks were attacked by a large force of the red pygmies, who overwhelmed them by numbers, and finally routed them, taking possession of their country.”

“What became of the missionaries?” asked Ned Newton.

“I’ll tell you,” said Mr. Anderson.  “For a long time we heard nothing, beyond the mere news of the fight, which we read of in the papers.  The church people were very anxious about the fate of Mr. and Mrs. Illingway, and were talking of sending a special messenger to inquire about them, when a cablegram came from the headquarters of the society in London.”

“It seems that one of the black natives, named Tomba, who was a sort of house servant to Mr. and Mrs. Illingway, escaped the general massacre, in which all his friends were killed.  He made his way through the jungle to a white settlement, and told his story, relating how the two missionaries had been carried away captive by the pygmies.”