CHAPTER XIV

A Haven of Refuge Don and his uncle looked at each other in bewilderment, and then at the natives groveling at their feet. “What’s the big idea?” asked Don. “I don’t know,” replied his uncle, equally puzzled. “Just because I showed them a drawing of the airship—” “I have it,” Don burst out. “They saw the airship come down from the skies this morning, and they think we’re gods. Gods!” The idea was so amazing, and at the same time so amusing, that he had all he could do to prevent himself going off into spasms of lau…