Part 17 (1/2)
”Oh, we must have been reported from time to time, as we flew over cities or towns,” replied Mr. Petrofsky. ”You know we're rather large, and can be seen from a good distance. Then too, the whole Russian secret police force is at the service of our enemies.”
”But we're not over Russia yet,” said Mr. Damon.
Ivan Petrofsky took the telescope and peered down toward the earth.
They were not a great way above it, and at that moment they were pa.s.sing a small village.
”Can you tell where we are?” asked the odd man.
”We are just over the border of the land of the Czar,” was the quiet answer. ”The imperial flag is flying from a staff in front of one of the buildings down there. We are over Russia.”
”And here comes that airs.h.i.+p,” called Ned suddenly.
They gazed back with alarm, and saw that it was indeed so. The big aeroplane had come on wonderfully fast in the last few minutes.
”Tom! Tom!” cried his chum. ”Better get ready to make a sprint.”
”I'm all ready,” calmly answered our hero. ”Shall I go now?”
”If you can give us a few seconds longer I may be able to tell who is after us,” remarked Mr. Petrofsky, turning his telescope on the craft behind them.
”I can let them get almost up to us, and get away,” replied Tom.
The Russian did not answer. He was gazing earnestly at the approaching aeroplane. A moment later he took the gla.s.s down from his eye.
”It's our spy again,” he said. ”There are two others with him. That is one of the aeroplanes owned by the secret police. They are stationed all over Europe, ready for instant service, and they're on our trail.”
The pursuing craft was so near that the occupants could easily be made out with the naked eye, but it needed the gla.s.s to distinguish their features, and Mr. Petrofsky had done this.
”Shall I speed up?” cried Tom.
”Yes, get away as fast as you can!” shouted the Russian. ”No telling what they may do,” and then, with a hum and a roar the motor of the Falcon increased its speed, and the big airs.h.i.+p shot ahead.
CHAPTER XVI
THE NIHILISTS
From the pursuing aircraft came a series of sharp explosions that fairly rattled through the clear air.
”Look out for bombs!” yelled Ned.
”Bless my safety match!” cried Mr. Damon. ”Are they anarchists?”
”It's only their motor back-firing,” cried Tom. ”It's all right, They're done for now, we'll leave them behind.”
He was a true prophet, for with a continued rush and a roar the airs.h.i.+p of our friends opened up a big gap between her rear rudders and the forward planes of the craft that was chasing her. The three men were working frantically to get their motor in shape, but it was a useless task.
A little later, finding that they were losing speed, the three police agents, or spies, whatever they might be, had to volplane to earth and there was no need for the Falcon to maintain the terrific pace, to which Tom had pushed her. The pursuit was over.
”Well, we got out of that luckily,” remarked Ned, as he looked down to where the spies were making a landing. ”I guess they won't try that trick again.”