CHAPTER XXII
IN THE HURRICANE
There was a volley of shots from the prison guards, and the flashes of the rifles cut bright slivers of flame in the darkness, but, so rapidly did the airship go up, veering off on a wide slant, under the skillful guidance of Tom that the shots did no harm.
"Bless my bullet pouch!" cried Mr. Damon. "They must be quite excited."
"Shouldn't wonder," calmly observed Ned, as he went to help his chum in managing the airship. "But it won't do them any good. We've got our man."
"And right from under their noses, too," added Ivan Petrofsky exultingly. "This rescue of an exile will go down in the history of Russia."
The two exile brothers were gazing fondly at each other, for now that the Falcon was so high, Tom ventured to turn on the lights.
A moment later the three Russians were excitedly conversing, while Tom and Ned managed
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