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Illingway, with a smile. "Where do you want to be landed?" asked Tom. "I don't want to take you all the way back to Logansville." "If you will land us anywhere near a city or town, we can arrange to be taken back to our cottage," said one of the men, and Tom sent the airship down until, in the gray dawn of the morning, they could pick out a large village on the lake shore.
"Logansville, this state, was the place. I once saw Tom Snedecker mail Andy a letter addressed to there. But what has that to do with it?" Tom's answer was to turn to a large map on the wall of his shop. With a long stick he pointed out the city of Logansville. "That isn't very far from the Canadian border; is it, Ned?" he asked. "Say, what are you driving at, Tom?
There were stretches of forest that seemed never to have been penetrated, and here and there patches of stunted growth, with little lakes dotted through the wilderness. There were hills and valleys, small streams and an occasional village. "Just the place for smuggling," observed Tom, as he looked at a map, consulted a clock and figured out that they must be near Logansville.
From its location and general outline he knew it to be Logansville. "We'll go down about three miles from it," he said to his chum. "They won't be likely to see us then, and we'll stay concealed for a while." This plan was put into operation, and, a little later the Falcon came to rest in a little grassy clearing, located in among a number of densely wooded hills.
"They flew right across the border near Logansville, and got away with a lot of goods. They fooled us all right." "Can you find out who gave the wrong tip?" asked Tom. "Yes, I know the man. He pretended to be friendly to one of my agents, but he was only deceiving him. But we'll get the smugglers yet!" "That's what we will!" cried Tom, determinedly.
Give me full speed, I want the motor to warm up." "But that message from Mr. Whitford? He says he has a new clew to the Fogers." "That's all right. He may have, but he doesn't ask us to work it up. He says he will meet us in Logansville, and he can't if we don't go there. We're off for Logansville. Good-bye dad. I'll bring you back a souvenir, Mrs. Baggert," he called to the housekeeper.
"We can go down here in one of these hollows, surrounded by this tangled forest, and no one would ever know we were here. The smugglers could do the same." "Are you going to try it?" asked Ned. "I think I will. We'll go up to quite a height now, and I'll see if I can pick out Logansville. That isn't much of a place I guess.
"What are you going to do first, when you get there, Tom?" asked Ned, as he joined his chum in the pilot house, having set the motor and other apparatus to working automatically. "I mean in Logansville?" "I don't know. I'll have to wait and see how things develop." "That's where Mr. Foger lives, you know." "Yes, but I doubt if he is there now.
"I'm positive that I'm right, and that they're the smugglers. But I can't do anything on this side of the line. If ever I can catch them across the border, though, there'll be a different story to tell." "What had we better do?" inquired Ned. "Go back to our airship, and leave for Logansville. We don't need to land until night, though, but we can make a slow trip.
"They'll have their own troubles if they investigate every place we stopped at," remarked Tom, "and, even if they do hit on the one we have selected for our camp they won't see the lights in the trees, for they're well hidden." This work done, they flew back toward Logansville, and sailed over Andy's house.
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