Damon cried out:
"Bless my football! If they jab them into the gas bag, Tom, we're done
for!"
"They won't get the chance," answered the young inventor, and he spoke
truly, for a moment later, as the big propellers took hold of the air,
the Falcon went up with a rush, and was far beyond the reach of the men.
In a rage the spy shook his fist at the fast receding craft, and one of
the policemen drew his revolver.
"They're going to fire!" cried Ned.
"They can't do much damage," answered Tom coolly. "A bullet hole in the
bag is easily repaired, and anywhere else it won't amount to anything."
The officer was aiming his revolver at the airship, now high above his
head, but with a quick motion the spy pulled down his companion's arm,
and they seemed to be disputing among themselves.
"I wonder what that means?" mused Mr. Damon.
"Probably they didn't want to risk getting into trouble," replied the
Russian. "There are strict laws in France about using firearms, and as
yet we are accused of no crime. We are only suspected, and I suppose the
spy didn't want to get into trouble. He is on foreign ground, and there
might be international complications."
"Then you really think he was a spy?" asked Tom.
"No doubt of it, and I'm afraid this is only the beginning of our
trouble."
"In what way?"
"Well, of course word will be sent on ahead about us, and every where we
go they'll be on the watch for us.
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