"But it might be a salt mine, just as well," said Mr. Petrofsky, when he
told the boys the news. "Information about the poor exiles is hard to
get"
"Well, we'll take a chance!" cried Tom determinedly.
The preparations went on, and by strict watchfulness none of the spies
secured admission to the shop where the air glider was being finished.
The big airship was gotten in shape for the voyage, and then, after a
final trial of the glider, it was taken apart and put aboard the Falcon,
ready for use on the gale-swept plains of Siberia.
The last of the stores, provisions and supplies were put in the big car
of the airship, a route had been carefully mapped out, and Tom, after
saying good-bye to Mary Nestor, his father, the housekeeper, and
Eradicate, took his place in the pilot house of the airship one pleasant
morning at the beginning of Summer.
"Don't you wish you were going, Rad?" the young inventor asked, for the
colored man had decided to stay at home.
"No indeedy, Massa Tom," was the answer. "Dat's a mighty cold country in
Shebeara, an' I laik warm wedder."
"Well, take care of yourself and Boomerang," answered Tom with a laugh.
Then he pulled the lever that sent a supply of gas into the big bag, and
the ship began to rise.
"I guess we've given those spies the slip," remarked Ned, as they rose
from the ground calling good-byes to the friends they left behind.
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