Then, with howls of fear, the
Indians turned and fled. The rival airship had vanquished them.
CHAPTER XV
THE RACE
Astonished and terrified as the Indians had been at the sight of the
big-winged craft, high in the air above their heads, Tom and the
others were no less surprised, though, of course, their fear was not
exactly the same as that of the Alaskan natives.
"Do you really think that is Andy Foger?" asked Ned, as they watched
the progress of the triplane.
"I'm almost sure of it," replied Tom. "That craft is built exactly
as his was. but I never expected him to have such good luck sailing
it."
"It isn't going very fast," objected Ned.
"No, but it can navigate pretty well, and that's something. He must
have hustled to get it together and reach this point with it."
"Yes, but he didn't have to travel as far as we did," went on Ned.
"He put his ship together at Sitka, and we came from Seattle."
"Bless my memoranda book!" exclaimed Mr. Damon. "The Fogers here!
What's to be done about it?"
"Nothing, I guess," answered Tom. "I'd just as soon they wouldn't
see us. I don't believe they will. Get back into the cave. We must
use strategy now to get ahead of them. There will be a race to the
valley of gold."
"Well, he served us one good turn, anyhow, though he didn't mean
to," put in Abe Abercrombie.
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