quickly and we will take you away! Peter Petrofsky!"
For a moment there was silence, and then the sound of some one running rapidly was borne to the ears of the waiting ones. It was followed, a moment later, by angry shouts from the guards.
"Quick! Quick, Peter!" cried the brother, "over this way!"
For an instant only the exile showed a single electric flash light, that his brother might see in which direction to run. The echo of the approaching footsteps came nearer, the shouts of the guards redoubled, and then came the sound of many men running in pursuit.
"Hurry, Peter, hurry!" cried Mr. Petrofsky, and, as he spoke in Russian the guards, of course, understood.
Suddenly a rifle shot rang out, but the weapon seemed to have been fired in the air. A moment later a dark figure clambored aboard the airship.
"Peter, is it you?" cried Ivan Petrofsky hoarsely.
"Yes, brother! But get away quickly or the whole guard will be swarming about here!"
"Praise the dear Lord you are saved!"
"Is it all right?" cried Tom, who wanted to make sure they were saving the right man.
"Yes! Yes, Tom! Go quickly!" called Ivan
