"
"Bless my revolver! I should say not!" cried Mr. Damon. "What's it all
about? Where's the danger?"
They told him as briefly as possible, and Ned, who had been working in
the motor room, was also informed.
"Well, what's to be done?" asked Tom. "Had we better get out our
ammunition, or shall I take out a French license."
"Neither would do any good," answered the Russian. "I appreciate your
sticking by me, and if you are resolved on that the only thing to do is
to complete the repairs as soon as possible and get away from here."
"That's it!" cried Ned. "A quick flight. We can get more gasolene here,
for lots of autos pass along the road through the village. I found that
out. Then we needn't stop until we hit the trail for the mine in
Siberia!"
"Hush!" cautioned the Russian. "You can't tell who may be sneaking
around to listen. But we ought to leave as soon as we can."
"And we will," said Tom. "I've got the magneto almost fixed!"
"Let's get a hustle on then!" urged Ned. "That fellow meant business
from his looks. The nerve of him to try to pick a quarrel that way."
"I might have told by his manner that something was wrong," commented
Tom, "but I thought he was a fresh tramp and I didn't take any pains in
answering him. But come on, Ned, get busy."
They did, with such good effect that by noon the machinery was in
running shape again, and so far there had been no evidence of the return
of the spy.
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