It
took several days to do this, for sometimes one brother would forget
some point, and again the other would. But at last they agreed on
certain facts.
"This is the nearest we can come to it," said Ivan Petrofsky to Tom.
"The lost platinum mine lies somewhere between the city of Iakutsk and
the first range of the Iablonnoi mountains. Those are the northern and
southern boundaries. As for the western one, it is most likely the Lena
river, and the eastern one the Amaga river. So you see you have quite a
large stretch of country to search, Tom Swift."
"Yes, I should say I had," agreed the young inventor. But I have had
harder tasks. Now that I know where to head for I'll get there as soon
as possible."
"And what will you do when you arrive?" asked Ned.
"Fly about in the Falcon, in ever-widening circles, starting as near the
centre of that area as possible," replied Tom. "And as soon as I run
into a steady hurricane I'll know that I'm at the place of the big
winds, and I'll get out my glider, for I'll be pretty sure to be near
the place."
"Bless my gas meter!" cried Mr. Damon. "That's the talk!"
Tom put his plan into operation at once, by heading the nose of his
craft for the desolate region mapped out by the Russian brothers.
The days that followed were filled with weary searching.
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