I can't see him very well.
Better go down, and we'll see if we can surprise them."
"My plan," voiced Tom.
Quickly he shifted the rudder, and then, shutting off the
motor, as he wanted to volplane down, he headed his craft for an
open spot that showed in the bright moonlight. By this time the
automobile and its occupants were out of sight behind a clump of
trees, but Tom and his companions felt sure of the destination of
the men--the deserted cabin in the wood.
As silently as a wisp of grass falling, the big craft came down
on a level spot, and then, leaping out, the young inventor and
his two companions crept along the path toward the cabin. Mr.
Terrill was armed, Tom carried a flashlight, while Mr. Damon
picked up a heavy club.
As soon as he came near a place where he thought the marks of
the automobile wheels would show, Tom flashed his light.
"I thought so!" he exclaimed, as he saw the square, knobby tread
marks left by the tires. "It's the same gang, or some of them in
the same car. If we can only capture them!"
"The Secret Service men ought to do that," returned Mr.
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