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"Bless my burglar alarm!" gasped Mr. Damon. "I'll see who it is," volunteered Mr. Petrofsky, and Tom looked toward the rack of loaded rifles, for that day a man, seemingly a wood cutter had passed close to the airship, and had hurried off as if he had seen a ghost. The knock was repeated. It might be their friends, and it might be But Mr.
Damon, you and the detective will stay by the window. As soon as you see the men rush for the door, smash in the window with a piece of driftwood and call to Mr. Petrofsky to jump out that way. Then you can run with him toward the airship, and I'll follow. It may work." "I don't see why it wouldn't," declared the detective. "Go ahead, Tom. We're ready."
"It isn't possible!" declared Ned breathlessly. "What difference does that make?" asked Tom. "The thing has happened, and you can't get out of it. Look at all the evidence there's been a fight, that's sure, and Mr. Petrofsky is gone." "But maybe he went away of his own accord," insisted Ned, who was sometimes hard to convince. "Nonsense!
At the sound there was a shout on the ground below, but before the excitement had time to spread, or before any of the guards could form a notion of what was about to take place, Tom had sent his craft to earth on a sharp slant, closer to the line of prisoners than he had dared to hope. Mr. Petrofsky sprang out on deck, and in a loud voice called in Russian: "Peter! Peter!
It took several days to do this, for sometimes one brother would forget some point, and again the other would. But at last they agreed on certain facts. "This is the nearest we can come to it," said Ivan Petrofsky to Tom. "The lost platinum mine lies somewhere between the city of Iakutsk and the first range of the Iablonnoi mountains. Those are the northern and southern boundaries.
But when he had a chance to look about, and see what a strange craft he was in, his amazement knew no bounds, and he was like a child. He asked countless questions, and Ivan Petrofsky and Mr. Borious took turns in answering them.
"Then what plans shall we make?" asked Tom, after a little more talk. "Are we to go about indiscriminately, or is there any possible way of getting on the trail?" "My brother and I will try and decide on a definite route," spoke Ivan Petrofsky.
Suddenly he let go the handle, and with a horrible cry thrust his hand under the skirt of his coat and rushed at Thorndyke. But the superintendent was ready for this. There was a shout and a scuffle, and then Petrofsky was born down, kicking and biting like a maniac, while Miller hung on to his right hand and the formidable knife that it grasped.
Some one has got to stay with the airship, to be ready to start it off as soon as we come back with Mr. Petrofsky if we do come. "Then there's no use in me staying here," spoke Detective Trivett. "I don't know enough even to turn on the gasolene." "No, it's got to be Ned or me," said the young inventor.
He could just make out the clearing where they had rested for over a week, and he was startled to see lights bobbing in it. "I say, Mr. Petrofsky!" he called. "Did we leave any of our lanterns behind us?" "I don't believe so," answered the exile. "I'll ask Tom." "Lanterns? No," answered the young inventor. "Before we started I took down the only one we had out. I'll take a look."
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