"We will be better able to see what we have here by daylight," Tom said. "Suppose we wait until morning?"
That plan was deemed best, and preparations made for spending the night in their prison.
It was a most uncomfortable night for all of them. The floor was their only bed, and their only covering some empty bags that had contained supplies. But even under these circ.u.mstances they managed to doze off fitfully.
Once they were all awakened by a violent plunging of the airship. The craft seemed to be trying to stand on her head, and then she rocked violently from side to side, nearly turning turtle. "What is it?"
gasped Ned, who was lying next to Tom.
"They must be trying some violent stunts," replied the young inventor, "or else we have run into a storm."
"I think the latter is the case," observed Lieutenant Marbury.
And, as the motion of the craft kept up, though less violently, this was accepted as the explanation. Through the night the Mars flew, but whither the captives knew not.
The first gray streaks of dawn finally shone through the only window of their prison. Sore, lame and stiff, wearied in body and disturbed in mind, the captives awoke. Tom"s first move was toward the window. It was high up, but, by standing on a box, he could look through it. He uttered an exclamation.
"What is it?" asked Ned, swaying to and fro from the violent motion of the aerial warship.
"We are away out over the sea," spoke Tom, "and in the midst of a bad storm."
CHAPTER XXIV
THE LIGHTNING BOLT
Tom turned away from the window, to find his companions regarding him anxiously.
"A storm," repeated Ned. "What sort?"
"It might turn into any sort," replied Tom. "All I can see now is a lot of black clouds, and the wind must be blowing pretty hard, for there"s quite a sea on."
"Bless my galvanometer!" cried Mr. Damon. "Then we are out over the ocean again, Tom?"
"Yes, there"s no doubt of it."
"What part?" asked the a.s.sistant pilot.
"That"s more than I can tell," Tom answered.
"Suppose I take a look?" suggested Captain Warner. "I"ve done quite a bit of sailing in my time."
But, when he had taken a look through the window at which Tom had been standing, the naval officer descended, shaking his head.
"There isn"t a landmark in sight," he announced. "We might be over the middle of the Atlantic, for all I could tell."
"Hardly as far as that," spoke Tom. "They haven"t been pushing the Mars at that speed. But we may be across to the other side before we realize it."
"How"s that?" asked Ned.
"Well, the ship is in the possession of these foreign spies," went on Tom. "All their interests are in Europe, though it would be hard to say what nationality is in command here. I think there are even some Englishmen among those who attacked us, as well as French, Germans, Italians and Russians."
"Yes, it seems to be a combination of European nations against us,"
admitted Captain Warner. "Probably, after they have made good their seizure of Tom"s aerial warship, they will portion her out among themselves, or use her as a model from which to make others."
"Do you think that is their object?" asked Mr. Damon.
"Undoubtedly," was the captain"s answer. "It has been the object of these foreign spies, all along, not only to prevent the United States from enjoying the benefits of these progressive inventions, but to use them for themselves. They would stop at nothing to gain their ends. It seems we did not sufficiently appreciate their power and daring."
"Well, they"ve got us, at any rate," observed Tom, "and they may take us and the ship to some far-off foreign country."
"If they don"t heave us overboard half-way there," commented Ned, in rather gloomy tones.
"Well, of course, there"s that possibility," admitted Tom. "They are desperate characters."
"Well, we must do something," declared Lieutenant Marbury. "Come, it"s daylight now, and we can see to work better. Let"s see if we can"t find a way to get out of this prison. Say, but this sure is a storm!" he cried, as the airship rolled and pitched violently.
"They are handling her well, though," observed Tom, as the craft came quickly to an even keel. "Either they have a number of expert birdmen on board, or they can easily adapt themselves to a new aircraft. She is sailing splendidly."
"Well, let"s eat something, and set to work," proposed Ned.
They brought out the food which had been given to them the night before, but before they could eat this, there came a knock on the door, and more food and fresh water was handed in, under the same precautions as before.
Tom and his companions indignantly demanded to be released, but their protests were only laughed at, and while the guards stood with ready weapons the door was again shut and locked.
But the prisoners were not the kind to sit idly down in the face of this. Under Tom"s direction they set about looking through their place of captivity for something by which they could release themselves. At first they found nothing, and Ned even suggested trying to cut a way through the wooden walls with a fingernail file, which he found in one of his pockets, when Tom, who had gone to the far end of the storeroom, uttered a cry.
"What is it--a way out?" asked Lieutenant Marbury anxiously.
"No, but means to that end," Tom replied. "Look, a file and a saw, left here by some of my workmen, perhaps," and he brought out the tools. He had found them behind a barrel in the far end of the compartment.
"Hurray!" cried Ned. "That"s the ticket! Now we"ll soon show these fellows what"s what!"
"Go easy!" cautioned Tom. "We must work carefully. It won"t do to slam around and try to break down the door with these. I think we had better select a place on the side wall, break through that, and make an opening where we can come out unnoticed. Then, when we are ready, we can take them by surprise. We"ll have to do something like that, for they outnumber us, you know."
"That is so," agreed Captain Warner. "We must use strategy."
"Well, where would be a good place to begin to burrow out?" asked Ned.
"Here," said Tom, indicating a place far back in the room. "We can work there in turns, sawing a hole through the wall. It will bring us out in the pa.s.sage between the aft and amidship cabins, and we can go either way."
"Then let"s begin!" cried Ned enthusiastically, and they set to work.
While the aerial warship pitched and tossed in the storm, over some part of the Atlantic, Tom and his friends took turns in working their way to freedom. With the sharp end of the file a small hole was made, the work being done as slowly as a rat gnaws, so as to make no noise that would be heard by their captors. In time the hole was large enough to admit the end of the saw.
But this took many hours, and it was not until the second day of their captivity that they had the hole nearly large enough for the pa.s.sage of one person at a time. They had not been discovered, they thought.