Petrofsky earnestly.
"You never can get to the platinum mine," said Ned. The winds will tear
your airship to pieces."
"Not the kind I'm going to make," declared Tom. "It's going to be an air
glider, that will fairly live on high winds. Ho! for Siberia and the
platinum mines. Will you come?"
"I don't know what you mean by an air glider, Tom Swift, but I'll go to
help rescue my brother," was the quick answer, and then, with the light
of a daring resolve shining in his eyes, the young inventor proceeded to
get his aeroplane in shape for the trip back to Shopton.
CHAPTER III
THE HAND OF THE CZAR
"Then you won't take a ride with me to-day?" asked the young inventor, of
the Russian, as he completed the repairs to the magneto. "I'd like to
have you meet my father, and a friend of his, Mr. Damon. Most likely
he'll go to Siberia with us, if his wife will let him. I'd like to talk
some plans over with you."
"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."
"I'll come over in a few days," answered the escaped exile.
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