“I’m sure of that, Mr. Kennedy. Well, then, you can build a fireplace with a few stones; there’s plenty of dry dead-wood, and I can make the hot coals tell in a few minutes.” “Oh! that won’t take long,” said Kennedy, going to work on the fireplace, where he had a brisk flame crackling and sparkling in a minute or two. Joe had cut some of the nicest steaks and the best parts of the tenderloin from the carcass of the antelope, and these were quickly transformed to the most savory of broils. “There, those will tickle the doctor!” said Kennedy. “Do you know what I was thinking about?” said Joe. “Why, about the steaks you’re broiling, to be sure!” replied Dick. “Not the least in the world. I was thinking what a figure we’d cut if we couldn’t find the balloon again.” “By George, what an idea! Why, do you think the doctor would desert us?” “No; but suppose his anchor were to slip!” “Impossible! and, besides, the doctor would find no difficulty in coming down again with his balloon; he handles it at his ease.” “But suppose the wind were to sweep it off, so that he couldn’t come back toward us?” “Come, come, Joe! a truce to your suppositions; they’re any thing but pleasant.” “Ah! sir, every thing that happens in this world is natural, of course; but, then, any thing may happen, and we ought to look out beforehand.” At this moment the report of a gun rang out upon the air. “What’s that?” exclaimed Joe. “It’s my rifle, I know the ring of her!” said Kennedy. “A signal!” “Yes; danger for us!” “For him, too, perhaps.” “Let’s be off!” And the hunters, having gathered up the product of their expedition, rapidly made their way back along the path that they had marked by breaking boughs and bushes when they came. The density of the underbrush prevented their seeing the balloon, although they could not be far from it. A second shot was heard. “We must hurry!” said Joe. “There! a third report!” “Why, it sounds to me as if he was defending himself against something.” “Let us make haste!” They now began to run at the top of their speed. When they reached the outskirts of the forest, they, at first glance, saw the balloon in its place and the doctor in the car. “What’s the matter?” shouted Kennedy. “Good God!” suddenly exclaimed Joe. “What do you see?” “Down there! look! a crowd of blacks surrounding the balloon!” And, in fact, there, two miles from where they were, they saw some thirty wild natives close together, yelling, gesticulating, and cutting all kinds of antics at the foot of the sycamore. Some, climbing into the tree itself, were making their way to the topmost branches. The danger seemed pressing. “My master is lost!” cried Joe. “Come! a little more coolness, Joe, and let us see how we stand. We hold the lives of four of those villains in our hands. Forward, then!”