"Yes. He is a police spy. He wanted to get you into a fight and then he and you would be arrested by the local authorities. They"d clap you into jail, and hold us all here. It"s a game! They suspect us, Tom! The Russian spies have had some word of our presence! We must get away as quickly as we can!"
CHAPTER XIV
HURRIED FLIGHT
The announcement of Ivan Petrofsky came to Tom with startling suddenness. He could say nothing for a moment, and then, as he realized what it meant, and as he recalled the strange appearance and actions of the man, he understood the danger.
"Was he a spy?" he asked.
"I"m almost sure he was," came the answer. "He isn"t one of the villagers, that"s sure, and he isn"t a tourist. No one else would be in this little out-of-the-way place but a police official. He is in disguise, that is certain."
"I believe so," agreed Tom. "But what was his game?"
"We are suspected," replied the Russian. "I was afraid a big airship couldn"t land anywhere, in France without it becoming known. Word must have been sent to Paris in the night, and this spy came out directly."
"But what will happen now?"
"Didn"t you see where he headed for? The village. He has gone to send word that his trick failed. There will be more spies soon, and we may be detained or thrown into jail on some pretext or other. They may claim that we have no license, or some such flimsy thing as that.
Anything to detain us. They are after me, of course, and I"m sorry that I made you run such danger. Perhaps I"d better leave you, and--"
"No, you don"t!" cried Tom heartily. "We"ll all hang together or we"ll hang separately", as Benjamin Franklin or some of those old chaps once remarked. I"m not the kind to desert a friend in the face of danger."
"Bless my revolver! I should say not!" cried Mr. Damon. "What"s it all about? Where"s the danger?"
They told him as briefly as possible, and Ned, who had been working in the motor room, was also informed.
"Well, what"s to be done?" asked Tom. "Had we better get out our ammunition, or shall I take out a French license."
"Neither would do any good," answered the Russian. "I appreciate your sticking by me, and if you are resolved on that the only thing to do is to complete the repairs as soon as possible and get away from here."
"That"s it!" cried Ned. "A quick flight. We can get more gasolene here, for lots of autos pa.s.s along the road through the village. I found that out. Then we needn"t stop until we hit the trail for the mine in Siberia!"
"Hush!" cautioned the Russian. "You can"t tell who may be sneaking around to listen. But we ought to leave as soon as we can."
"And we will," said Tom. "I"ve got the magneto almost fixed!"
"Let"s get a hustle on then!" urged Ned. "That fellow meant business from his looks. The nerve of him to try to pick a quarrel that way."
"I might have told by his manner that something was wrong," commented Tom, "but I thought he was a fresh tramp and I didn"t take any pains in answering him. But come on, Ned, get busy."
They did, with such good effect that by noon the machinery was in running shape again, and so far there had been no evidence of the return of the spy. Doubtless he was waiting for instructions, and something might happen any minute.
"Now, Ned, if you"ll see to having some gasolene brought out here, and the tanks filled, I"ll tinker with the dynamo and get that in running shape," said Tom. "It only needs a little adjustment of the brushes.
Then we"ll be off."
Ned started for the village where there was a gasolene depot. He fancied the villagers regarded him rather curiously, but he did not stop to ask what it meant. Another odd fact was that the usual crowd of curious rustics about the airship was missing. It was as though they suspected trouble might come, and they did not want to be mixed up in it.
Never, Ned thought, had he seen a man so slow at getting ready the supply of gasolene. He was to take it out in a wagon, but first he mislaid the funnel, then the straining cloth, and finally he discovered a break in the harness that needed mending.
"I believe he"s doing it on purpose to delay us," thought the youth, "but it won"t do to say anything. Something is in the wind." He helped the man all he could, and urged him in every way he knew, but the fellow seemed to have grown suddenly stupid, and answered only in French, though previously he had spoken some English.
But at last Ned, by dint of hard work, got him started, and rode on the gasolene wagon with him. Once at the anch.o.r.ed airship, Tom and the others filled the reserve tanks themselves, though the man tried to help. However he did more harm than good, spilling several gallons of the fluid.
"Oh, get away, and let us do it!" cried Tom at last. "I know what you--"
"Easy!" cautioned Mr. Petrofsky, with a warning look, and Tom subsided.
Finally the tanks were full, the man was paid, and he started to drive away.
"Now to make a quick flight!" cried Tom, as he took his place in the pilot house, while Ned went to the engine room. "Full speed, Ned!"
"Yes, and we"ll need it, too," said the Russian.
"Why?" asked Tom.
"Look!" was the answer, and Ivan Petrofsky pointed across the field over which, headed toward the airship, came the man who had sought a quarrel with Tom. And with the spy were several policemen in uniform, their short swords dangling at their sides.
"They"re after us!" cried Mr. Damon. "Bless my chronometer they"re after us!"
"Start the motor, Ned! Start the motor!" cried Tom, and a moment later the hum of machinery was heard, while the police and the spy broke into a run, shouting and waving their hands.
CHAPTER XV
PURSUED
Slowly the airship arose, almost too slowly to suit those on board who anxiously watched the oncoming officers. The latter had drawn their short swords, and at the sight of them Mr. Damon cried out:
"Bless my football! If they jab them into the gas bag, Tom, we"re done for!"
"They won"t get the chance," answered the young inventor, and he spoke truly, for a moment later, as the big propellers took hold of the air, the Falcon went up with a rush, and was far beyond the reach of the men. In a rage the spy shook his fist at the fast receding craft, and one of the policemen drew his revolver.
"They"re going to fire!" cried Ned.
"They can"t do much damage," answered Tom coolly. "A bullet hole in the bag is easily repaired, and anywhere else it won"t amount to anything."
The officer was aiming his revolver at the airship, now high above his head, but with a quick motion the spy pulled down his companion"s arm, and they seemed to be disputing among themselves.
"I wonder what that means?" mused Mr. Damon.
"Probably they didn"t want to risk getting into trouble," replied the Russian. "There are strict laws in France about using firearms, and as yet we are accused of no crime. We are only suspected, and I suppose the spy didn"t want to get into trouble. He is on foreign ground, and there might be international complications."