small village, and though several farmers wondered much as the sight of the big airship, it was thought by the platinum-seekers that they would be comparatively safe.
"Now to get the first rain for Paris and get the things I need," exclaimed Tom. He set to work taking off the broken pieces that they might be duplicated, and then, having inquired at an inn for the nearest railroad station, and having hired a rig, the young inventor set off.
"Can you speak French?" asked Mr. Petrofsky. "If not I might be of service, but if I go to Paris I might be"
"Never mind," inerrupted Tom. "I guess I can parley enough to get along with."
He had a small knowledge of the tongue, and with that, and knowing that English was spoken in many places, he felt that he could make out. And indeed he had no trouble. He easily found his way about the gay capital, and located a machine shop where a specialty was made of parts for automobile and airship motors. The proprietor, knowing the broken pieces belonged to an aeroplane, questioned Tom about his craft, but the young inventor knew better than to give any clew that might make trouble, so he returned evasive answers.
It was nearly night when he got back to the
