It was about a week after their first meeting with him, that Ivan
Petrofsky paid a visit to the Swift home. He was warmly welcomed by the
aged inventor and Mr. Damon, and, closeted in the library of the house,
he proceeded to go more into details of his own and his brother's exile
to Siberia, and to tell about the supposed location of the lost platinum
mine.
"I don't believe we can start for several weeks yet," said Tom, after
some discussion. "It will take me that long to make the glider."
"And I, too, need a little time," said the Russian. "I will write to
some friends in St. Petersburg and perhaps they can get some information
for us, as to where my brother is.
"That will be good," declared Mr. Damon. "Bless my icicle! But the more
I think of this trip the better I like it!"
It was arranged that the Russian should call again soon, when the plans
would be nearer in shape, and in the meanwhile he must learn all he
could from revolutionary friends in Siberia.
It was a week after this, during which Tom, Ned and the others had been
very busy, that Tom decided to take a trip to see their Russian friend.
They had not heard from him since his visit, and Tom wanted to learn
something about the strength of the Siberian winds.
He and Ned went in one of the small airships and soon they were hovering
over the grounds surrounding the lonely house where Ivan Petrofsky
lived.
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