"There you will be given
food and drink, and treated as well as possible under the
circumstances. You will also be unbound, and may converse among
yourselves. I need hardly point out," he went on, "that calling
for help will be useless. We are a mile or so in the air, and
have no intention of descending," and he smiled mockingly.
"They must know how to navigate my aerial warship," thought
Tom. "I wonder what their game is, anyhow?"
Night had fallen, but the cabin was aglow with electric lights.
The foreigners in charge of the Mars seemed to know their way
about perfectly, and how to manage the big craft. By the
vibration Tom could tell that the motor was running evenly and
well.
"But what happened to the others--to Mound, Ventor and Koku?"
wondered Tom.
A moment later several of the foreigners entered. Some of them
did not look at all like Frenchmen, and Tom was sure one was a
German and another a Russian.
"This will be your prison--for a while," said La Foy
significantly, and Tom wondered how long this would be the case.
A sharp thought came to him--how long would they be prisoners?
Did not some other, and more terrible, fate await them?
As La Foy spoke, he opened a storeroom door that led off from
the main, or amidship, cabin.
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