calmly. "But that isn't saying we won't come back. Come on, boys. We'll get over on Uncle Sam's territory."
The group of men stood silently watching them, as they filed back through the woods.
"What do you make of it?" asked Tom of the agent.
"I'm positive that I'm right, and that they're the smugglers. But I can't do anything on this side of the line. If ever I can catch them across the border, though, there'll be a different story to tell."
"What had we better do?" inquired Ned.
"Go back to our airship, and leave for Logansville. We don't need to land until night, though, but we can make a slow trip. Is the gas machine all right again, Tom?"
"Practically so. If that hadn't gone back on me we would have had those fellows captured by this time. "
"Never mind. We did our best."
It did not take Tom and his chum long to complete the repairs, and soon they arose in the air.
"Let's take a flight over where those fellows are, just to show them what we can do," proposed Ned, and Tom and Mr. Whit ford agreed to it. Soon they were circling over the hut. The launch was just starting out again, when a cry from the
