"The Altai Mountains are a range about the middle of Siberia," explained
Mr. Petrofsky. "They begin at the Kirghiz Steppes, and run west. It is a
wild and desolate place. I hope we can find poor Peter alive."
"And this city of Abakansk?" went on the young inventor.
"It is many miles from here, but I can give you a good map," said the
Nihilist. "Some of our friends are there," he added with a half-growl.
"I wish we could rescue all of them."
"We'd like to," spoke Tom. "But I fear it is impossible. But now that we
have a clew, come on! Let's start at once! It may be dangerous to stay
here. On to Siberia!"
CHAPTER XVIII
IN A RUSSIAN PRISON
The news they had waited for had come at last. It might be a false clew,
but it was something to work on, and Tom was tired of inaction. Then,
too, even after they had started, the prisoner might be moved and they
would have to trace him again.
"But that is the latest information we could get," said Mr. Androwsky.
"It came through some of our Anarchist friends, and I believe is
reliable. Can you soon make a thousand miles in your airship?"
"Yes," answered Tom, "if I push her to the limit."
"Then do so," advised the Nihilist, "for there is need of haste. In
making inquiries our friends might incur suspicions and Peter Petrofsky
may be exiled to some other place.
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