"I'll show you," answered his chum. "Take some of those bombs, and be ready to drop them overboard when I give the word." "But we may kill those white people," objected Ned. "Not the way I'm going to work it. You drop them when I give the word." Tom steered the airship toward the head of the throng of blacks. The captives were in the rear, and the van of the strange procession was near the edge of the jungle now. Once the red dwarfs got into the tangle of underbrush they could never be found, and their captives would die a miserable death. "We've got to stop them," murmured Tom. "Are you ready, Ned?" "Ready!" "Then drop the bombs!" Ned dropped them. A sharp explosion was heard, and the head of the procession was blown apart and thrown into confusion. The throng halted. "Drop more!" cried Tom, sending the ship about in a circle, and hovering it over the middle of the press of savages. More of the deadly bombs exploded. The pygmies were running about wildly. Tom, who was closely watching the rear of the cavalcade, suddenly called out: "Now's our chance! They've let their captives go, and are running into the jungle. We must swoop down, and get the prisoners!" It was no sooner said than the nose of the Black Hawk was pointed downward. Onward it flew, the two captives wildly waving their hands to the rescuers. There was no more danger from the red savages. They had been thrown into panic and confusion, and were rapidly disappearing into the forest. The terrible weapons of the whites had been too much for them. "Quick! Get on board!" called Tom, as he brought the machinery to a stop. The airship now rested on the ground, close to the former captives. "Get in here!" shouted the young inventor. "They may change their minds and come back." The two white persons ran toward the Black Hawk. Then one of them--the smaller--halted and cried out: "Why, it's Tom Swift!" Tom turned and glanced at the speaker. A look of astonishment spread over his face. "Andy Foger--here!" gasped Tom. "How in the world--?" "I dink besser as ve git on der board, und dalk aftervard!" exclaimed Andy's companion, who spoke with a strong German accent. "I like not dose red little mans." In another minute the two rescued ones were safe on Tom Swift's airship, and it had arisen high enough to be out of all danger. "How in the world did you ever get here?" asked Tom of the lad who had so often been his enemy. "I'll tell you soon," spoke Andy, "but first, Tom, I want to ask your forgiveness for all I've done to you, and to thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for saving us. I thought we were going to be killed by those dwarfs; didn't you, Herr Landbacher?" "Sure I did. But ve are all right now. Dis machine is efen besser as mine vot vos lost. Is dere anyt'ing to eats, on board, if you vill excuse me for being so bolt as to ask?"