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Appleton, Victor [pseud.]

"Tom Swift and His Air Glider, or Seeking the Platinum Treasure"


"Nothing doing," remarked the young inventor with a short laugh. "Nixy
on that jabbering."
But, no sooner had the man's words penetrated to the cell of Ivan
Petrofsky, that the exile called out something. The guard started,
hastened to that cell door, and for a few seconds there was an excited
dialogue in Russian.
"Boys! Mr. Damon! We're saved!" suddenly cried out Mr. Petrofsky.
"Bless my door knob! You don't say so!" gasped the odd man. "How? Has
the Czar sent orders to release us."
"No, but somehow my Revolutionary friends have heard about my arrest,
and they have arranged for our release--secretly of course. This guard
is affiliated with the Nihilist group that got on the trail of my
brother. He bribed the other guard to let him take his place for
to-night, and now--"
"Yes! What is it?" cried Tom.
"He's going to open the cell doors and let us out!"
"But how can we get past the other guards, upstairs?" asked Ned.
"We're not going that way," explained Mr. Petrofsky. "There is a secret
exit from this corridor, through a tunnel that connects with a large
salt mine. Once we are in there we can make our way out. We'll soon be
free."
"Ask him if he's heard anything of my airship?" asked Tom. Mr. Petrofsky
put the question rapidly in Russian and then translated the answer.


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