other appliances for which the young inventor could not exactly fathom a use. He did not think the machine would fly far, if at all. But Andy was hurrying here and there, getting the triplane in place on a level stretch of ground, as if he intended to capture some great prize.
"Are you going to tackle him about stealing a copy of that map?" asked Ned.
"I will if I get a chance," answered Tom, in a low voice.
He got his opportunity a few minutes later. Andy, hurrying here and there, came face to face with the young inventor.
"Hello, Andy," spoke Tom, good-naturedly. "So you're going to make a flight, eh?"
"Yes, I am, and I s'pose you came around to see if you could get any ideas; didn't you?" sneered Andy.
"Of course," admitted Tom, with an easy laugh. "My airship doesn't fly, you know, Andy, and I want to see what's wrong with it."
There was a laugh in the crowd, at this, for Tom's success was well known.
"Are you going to Alaska?" suddenly asked Tom, in a low voice, of the bully.
"To Alaska? I—I don't—I don't know what you mean?" stammered Andy, as he turned aside.
"Yes, you do know what I mean," insisted
