word to him somehow, after we locate him, that we are waiting to help him, and then we can plan for his escape. Poor Peter! I do hope we can find him, for if he is in the salt or sulphur mines it is a living death!" and he shuddered at the memory of his own exile.
"How do you expect to get definite information as to where he might be?" asked Tom.
"I think the only thing to do is to get in touch with some of the revolutionists," answered the Russian. "They have ways and means of finding out even state secrets. I think our best plan will be to land near some small town, when we get to the edge of Siberia. If we can conceal the airship, so much the better. Then I can disguise myself and go to the village."
"Will it be safe?" inquired the young inventor.
"I'll have to take that chance. It's the only way, as I am the only one in our party who can speak Russian."
"That's right," admitted Tom with a laugh. "I'm afraid I could never master that tongue. It's as hard as Chinese."
"Not quite," replied his friend, "but it is not an easy language for an American."
They talked at some length, and then Tom noticing, by one of the automatic gages on the
