Chapter 6 IT'S A CARAVANI 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 eyes bugge