sight. Usually we enemies of the government can get some news of a prisoner, but poor Peter is either dead, or in some obscure mine, which is hidden away in the forests or mountains."
"Maybe he is in the lost platinum mine," suggested Ned.
"No, that has not been discovered," declared the exile, "or my friends here would have heard of it. That is still to be found."
"And we'll do it, in the air glider," declared Tom. "By the way, Mr. Petrofsky, would it not be a good plan to ask your friends the location of the place where the winds constantly blow with such force. It occurs to me that in some such way we might locate the mine."
"It would be of use if there was only one place of the gales," replied the exile. "But Siberia has many such spots in the mountain fastnesses places which, by the peculiar formation of the land, have constant eddys of air over them. No, the only way is for us to go as nearly as possible to the place where my brother and I were imprisoned, and search there."
"But what is that you said about us having to stay here, to get some news of your brother?" asked Tom.
"I had hoped to get some information here," resumed Mr. Petrofsky, "but my friends here
