CHAPTER VI. IT’S A CARAVAN
I WAS so weak that the only thing I wanted was a chance to lay down, so I made straight for my locker-bunk, and stretched myself out there. But a body couldn’t get back his strength in no such oven as that, so Tom give the command to soar, and Jim started her aloft.
We had to go up a mile before we struck comfortable weather where it was breezy and pleasant and just right, and pretty soon I was all straight again. Tom had been setting quiet and thinking; but now he jumps up and says:
“ I bet you a thousand to one I know where we are. We’re in the Great Sahara, as sure as guns!”
He was so excited he couldn’t hold still; but I wasn’t. I says:
“ Well, then, where’s the Great Sahara? In England or in Scotland?”
“’ Tain’t in either; it’s in Africa.”
Jim’s
