If Peter was amazed at being rescued in an airship, his wonder grew when
he was served with a well-cooked meal, while high in the air, and while
flying along at the rate of fifty miles an hour. He could not talk
enough about it.
By degrees the story of how Tom and his friends had started for Russia
was told, and there was added the detail of how Mr. Borious came to be
picked up.
"But brother Ivan, you did not come all that distance to rescue me; did
you?" asked Peter.
"Yes, partly, and partly to find the platinum mine."
"What? The lost mine that you and I stumbled upon in that terrible
storm?"
"That is the one, Peter."
"Then, Tom Swift may as well return. I doubt if we can even locate the
district where it was, and if we did find it, the winds blow so that
even this magnificent ship could not weather the gales."
"I guess he doesn't understand about my air glider," said Tom with a
smile, when this was translated to him. "I wish I had a chance to put it
together, and show him how it works."
"Oh, it will work all right," replied Ned, who was very proud of his
friend's inventive ability.
"Now, what is the next thing to be done?" asked Tom, a little later that
evening, when, supper having been served, they were sitting in the main
cabin, talking over the events of the past few days.
Pages:
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145
146
147
148
149
150
151
152
153
154
155
156
157
158
159
160