of the world has come. Cracky! It's going to be great, Tom! I'm glad I came along. Maybe they'll fight, and fire at us! If they have guns aboard, as they probably will have, we'll"
"Bless my armor plate!" interrupted Mr. Damon. "Please don't talk about such hair-raising things, Ned! Talk about something pleasant."
"All right," agreed Tom's chum, and then, as the airship sailed along, high above the earth, they talked of many things.
"I think when we sight Logansville," said Tom, after a while, "that I will come down in some quiet spot, before we reach the city."
"Don't you want to get into a crowd?" asked Ned.
"No, it isn't that. But Mr. Foger lives there you know, and, though he may not be at home, there are probably some men who are interested in the thing he is working at."
"You mean smuggling?"
"Well, I wouldn't say that. At the same time it may have leaked out that we are after the smugglers in an airship, and it may be that Mr. Whitford doesn't want the Fogers to know I'm on the ground, until he has a chance to work up his clew. So I'll just go slowly, and remain in the background for a while."
