"Bless my bullet pouch!" cried Mr. Damon. "They must be quite excited."
"Shouldn't wonder," calmly observed Ned, as he went to help his chum in
managing the airship. "But it won't do them any good. We've got our
man."
"And right from under their noses, too," added Ivan Petrofsky
exultingly. "This rescue of an exile will go down in the history of
Russia."
The two exile brothers were gazing fondly at each other, for now that
the Falcon was so high, Tom ventured to turn on the lights.
A moment later the three Russians were excitedly conversing, while Tom
and Ned managed the craft, and Mr. Damon, after listening a moment to
the rapid flow of the strange language, which quite fascinated him,
hurried to the galley to prepare a meal for the rescued one, who had
been taken away before he had had a chance to get his supper.
His wonder at his startling and unexpected rescue man well be imagined,
but the joy at being reunited to his brother overshadowed everything for
the time being. But when he had a chance to look about, and see what a
strange craft he was in, his amazement knew no bounds, and he was like a
child. He asked countless questions, and Ivan Petrofsky and Mr. Borious
took turns in answering them. And from now on, I shall give the
conversation of the two new Russians just as if they spoke English,
though of course it had to be translated by Ivan Petrofsky, Peter's
brother.
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