They had suffered
cold and hunger, for they had no food supplies, and, had it not
been that Bill Renshaw knew the haunts of some game, of which
they managed to snare some, they would have fared badly, for they
had left their guns in the cave.
"Well, there are the trees behind which I hope my airship is
hidden," announced Tom, as they came to the spot. "Good old Red
Cloud! Maybe we won't do some eating when we get aboard, eh?"
"Bless my appetite! but we certainly will!" cried Mr. Damon.
"There's somebody walking around the place," spoke Mr. Jenks.
"I hope it's no one who has damaged the ship," came from Tom,
apprehensively. He broke into a run, and soon confronted an aged
miner, who seemed to have established a rude sort of camp near
the airship.
"Is anything the matter?" asked Tom, breathlessly. "Is my
airship all right?"
"I guess she's all right, stranger," was the reply. "I don't
know much about these contraptions, but I haven't touched her. I
knowed she was an airship, for I've seen pictures of 'em, and
I've been waiting until the owner came along."
"Why?" asked Tom, wonderingly.
"Because I've got a proposition to make to you," went on the
miner, who said his name was Abe Abercrombie. "I've been a miner
for a good many years, and I'm just back from Alaska, prospecting
around here.
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