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"I shall certainly call on you," answered Ivan Petrofsky, "but," he added with a smile, "I think I should prefer to take my first ride in your larger airship the one that doesn't come down so often." "Well, perhaps it is a little easier on an amateur," admitted Tom. "If you'll come over to our house at any time I'll take you out in it, or I'll call for you."
Of course they can't tell where we might land, but as soon as we do land the news will be flashed all over, and the word will come back that we are enemies of Russia. You can guess the rest." "Then let's go somewhere else," suggested Mr. Damon. "It would be the same anywhere in Europe," replied Ivan Petrofsky. "There are spies in all the large centres."
"At this rate of progress, very soon," answered the exile, after glancing at the map. "We should be at the foot of the Ural mountains in a few hours, and across them in the night. Then we will be in Siberia." And he was right, for just as supper was being served, Ned, who had been making observations with a telescope, exclaimed: "These must be the Urals!" Mr. Petrofsky seized the glass.
Petrofsky with a sad smile. "Our party was opposed to violence, and we depended on education to aid our cause. Then, too, we did all we could in a quiet way to help the poor.
Borious who bad also been saved, and it was the intention of the young inventor to take him to the United States. "But the platinum treasure has me beat, I guess," said Tom grimly. "We can't seem to get a trace of it." Night was coming on, and he had half determined to head back for the airship. Ivan Petrofsky was peering anxiously down at the desolate land, over which they were gliding.
"We've been longer than that," announced the young inventor, after a look at his watch. "It's over an hour." "Bless my timetable!" cried Mr. Damon. "Are you sure?" asked Mr. Petrofsky. "Yes," answered Tom in a low voice. The Russian looked about him, flashing the candle on several turnings and tunnels. Suddenly Ned uttered a cry. "Why, we passed this place a little while before!" he said.
"It would never do," agreed Ivan Petrofsky. "The campaign of education is the only way." There were gutteral objections on the part of the other Russians, and they turned to more cheerful subjects of talk. "What are your plans?" asked Tom of the exile. "You say you can get no trace here of your brother?" "No, he seems to have totally disappeared from sight.
But Tom had thought to bring electric torches, such as he had used in the underground city of gold, and they dispelled the gloom of the small cavern. "Will you go in?" asked Ivan Petrofsky, when they had come to the place. He looked at Tom. "Go in? Of course I'll go in!" cried our hero, stepping forward. The others followed. For some time they went on, and saw no traces of the precious metal.
I remember some of the landmarks, but my brother is better at that sort of work than I am. But I think what they are mostly afraid of is that I have some designs on the life of, say one of the Grand Dukes, or some high official. But I am totally opposed to violent measures," went on Mr. Petrofsky. "I believe in a campaign of education, to gain for the down-trodden people what are their rights."
If you are there, come here! Come quickly! It is I, your brother Ivan who speaks. I have come to save you save you in the wonderful airship of Tom Swift! Come quickly and we will take you away! Peter Petrofsky!" For a moment there was silence, and then the sound of some one running rapidly was borne to the ears of the waiting ones. It was followed, a moment later, by angry shouts from the guards.
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