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"Better get ready to make a sprint." "I'm all ready," calmly answered our hero. "Shall I go now?" "If you can give us a few seconds longer I may be able to tell who is after us," remarked Mr. Petrofsky, turning his telescope on the craft behind them. "I can let them get almost up to us, and get away," replied Tom. The Russian did not answer. He was gazing earnestly at the approaching aeroplane.
The coroner looked at the knife, and then said in a tone of surprise: "Yes, there is. You have seen this knife before, then?" "No, I have not," replied Thorndyke. "But perhaps I had better continue my statement. There is no need for me to tell you that the fingerprints on the card and on the candle are those of Paul Petrofsky; I will proceed to the evidence furnished by the body.
"Then you can't use the propellers?" asked Mr. Petrofsky. "No," replied Tom, "but if we get to France I can easily repair this break. It's the platinum bearings again. I do hope we'll locate that lost mine, for I need a supply of good reliable metal. "Then we'll have to land in France?" asked the Russian, and he seemed a trifle uneasy. "Yes," answered Tom. "Don't you want to?"
"But if we can't get out," suggested Tom, "and if we haven't anything to eat or drink, we " He did not finish, but they all knew what he meant. "Oh, we'll get out!" declared Ned, who was something of an optimist. "You've been in salt mines before, haven't you, Mr. Petrofsky?" "Yes, I was condemned to one once, but it was not in this part of the country, and it was not an abandoned one.
"Is it all right?" cried Tom, who wanted to make sure they were saving the right man. "Yes! Yes, Tom! Go quickly!" called Ivan Petrofsky, as he folded his brother in his arms. A moment later, with a roar, the Falcon shot away from the earth, while below sounded angry cries, confused shouts and many orders, for the guards and their officers had never known of such a daring rescue as this.
"If the Russians had such a machine as this maybe they could have gotten to that mine," suggested Ned, who was very proud of Tom's craft. "It would be useless in the terrific winds, I fear," answered Ivan Petrofsky. "But now I care little for the mine. It is my brother whom I want to save. He must be in some of the Siberian mines, and if I had such a craft as this I might be able to rescue him."
"And where are we to head for now?" asked Tom. "Near to the town of Haskaski, where my poor brother is working in a sulphur mine!" "Then let's get a move on!" cried Tom with enthusiasm. "Do you think this man will come with us, Mr. Petrofsky, to help in the rescue, and show us the place?" "He says he will," translated the exile, "though he is much afraid of our strange craft.
"There may be more clews in the house, and I'm sure there'll be some out of doors, for they must have left footprints or the marks of carriage wheels. We'll take a look, and then we'll get right on the search. I'm not going to let them take Mr. Petrofsky to Russia if I can help it.
Now tell me more about this Mr. Petrofsky." Which Tom did. The days that followed were indeed busy ones for Tom. The young inventor made a model air glider that sailed fairly well, but he knew it would have to work better to be successful, and he bent all his energies in that direction. Meanwhile Mr. Damon had been told of the prospective trip. "Bless my bank book! Of course I'll go," he said.
From the three rural mail-delivery boxes at the gate, he gathered that three families were crowded into the house which had seemed none too large for his father, his mother, and himself. He put on his glasses and read the names shudderingly Jean-Baptiste Loyette, Patrick McCartey, and S. Petrofsky.
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