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      "Don't bother me now—don't bother me!" he almost snarled.

      "I was a fool to take you along! I should have retained all the honor for myself. Now you will share it. It will be published all over the world that you accompanied Professor Scudmore on his trial trip in his wonderful air ship."

      He glared at them a moment, as if he longed to cast them overboard, and then the handling of the craft claimed his entire attention.

      "How do yez loike it, Frankie, me b'y?" asked Barney, with a sly nudge at his companion.

      "It is decidedly uncomfortable."

      "Phwat shall we do—jump th' son-av-a-goon at wance?"

      "Nothing of the sort. We will keep still, as if we are quite satisfied and content. I will draw him into conversation when I think it proper, and he may be brought round all right."

      So the boys remained silent and passive, one of them constantly watching Scudmore, so that they might not be taken by surprise, in case he took a fancy to attack them.

      He continued to mutter and talk to himself, now and then laughing in a way that was not pleasant to hear.

      The boys fell to wondering what the various bundles contained. Opening one of them, covertly, they found it was a supply of dried beef.

      "Great shmoke!" gasped Barney. "He has laid in a supply av provisions to larrust a wake!"

      Frank nodded.

      "It looks that way; but these things are not all provisions. See there at his side—one of those bundles contains firearms, for you may see the muzzles of two rifles protruding. I fancy the bundle next to that contains ammunition."

      "Whoy, thot's enoogh to shtock a small arumy, Frankie!"

      "A man like Professor Scudmore has very little notion as to what he needs or desires, and so he is liable to obtain four or five times what is necessary."

      "Are you talking of me?" harshly demanded the inventor. "Then speak up distinctly. I may think you are plotting against me—plotting to keep me from reaching the land beyond the ice."

      "The land beyond the ice?" cried Frank.

      "That is what I said."

      "Well, what did you mean? Whither are we bound?"

      "For the South Pole," was the answer. "Ha! ha! ha! We will pass over the ice floes and reach the land beyond them!"

      CHAPTER XVII.

       GONE.

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      All that day and far into the night the mad inventor held control of the flying-machine, refusing to listen to reason or argument, and keeping the boys at bay.

      Some time in the night he fell asleep, and, when he awoke, he was enraged to find himself bound hands and feet, while the boys were trying to handle the Eagle.

      "Let me go!" howled the mad professor. "You will send us to destruction! You will plunge us to ruin!"

      "Keep still!" commanded Frank, sternly. "You are no longer master here."

      "Villain!" screamed the helpless man; "I know your scheme! You mean to steal the Eagle! You mean to get rid of me, and then you will steal the work of my brain and hands!"

      "Don't fool yourself. If I ever get to solid ground again, you may have your old air ship and sail away to the South Pole with it. I am figuring on getting back to Blake."

      "Te, he!" laughed the madman, suddenly. "Is that all you ask? Why, it is very easy to fix that matter."

      His voice was full of craft and deception.

      "How would you fix it?" asked Frank.

      "Set me at liberty, and I will take you back there."

      "That sounds all right, but it is plain enough that you cannot be trusted. I prefer to experiment a little myself, before letting you have charge again."

      "And you will bring us all to destruction!"

      "Possibly I may. Keep still now, while I study out the working of these levers and wheels."

      But Scudmore would not keep still. He shouted and talked, urging them to release him, begging and threatening by turns.

      Meanwhile Frank and Barney were studying over the levers and wheels, and they finally discovered how to send the air ship down toward the earth, which lay asleep in the white moonlight.

      They were directly over a mountainous region, having been soaring over the loftiest peaks. The boys were somewhat benumbed by the chilly air, but, as they came nearer to the earth, this numbness passed away.

      "Are yez goin' ter land here, Frankie?" asked Barney, anxiously.

      "I don't know," was the answer. "If we should happen to see a town——"

      "Where do yez think we are?"

      "That is another thing I don't know."

      Down they went until Frank conceived a notion that they were near enough to the earth; but when he tried to reverse the lever and ascend again, it would not work.

      "Ha! ha! ha!" laughed the inventor. "It is retribution! We shall be smashed into a thousand pieces when we strike. You will never steal the Eagle from me!"

      Frank worked with all his energy, for they were sweeping toward the earth at an alarming rate of speed.

      The laughter of the deranged professor rang out louder and wilder than ever.

      "Oi think we're in fer it, me b'y!" gasped Barney.

      "It looks like that," confessed Frank, as they barely cleared the crest of a mountain and went diving down into the unknown depths of a valley. "This confounded thing——"

      Snap!—something broke, and their swift descent was suddenly checked, but they continued to settle gently.

      "Ah!" breathed Frank, with relief. "If this keeps up, we'll come down all right."

      "But it's nivver a bit can we tell where we'll land, me laddybuck."

      "We'll have the satisfaction of getting on solid ground again, at least. I am yearning to feel it beneath my feet once more."

      It was not long before the Eagle sank gently into the valley, settling to the ground as lightly as a bird.

      Out leaped the boys, ropes in their hands, and they quickly made the air ship fast.

      "Well, we are still living," said Frank.

      "It's mesilf thot belaves we've much to be thankful fer," declared Barney.

      "I wonder where we are, and how near we are to civilization. I am inclined to believe we cannot be far from the very region where the colony of Danites is said to be located."

      "Suffering cats!" gasped the Irish boy. "If thot is the case, how are we ivver goin' to get out av here?"

      "We'll have to trust to luck."

      "Oi'll nivver thrust mesilf to thot air ship again."

      "I do not care to do so, but we may have to do so whether we want to or not."

      "Well, we have enough to ate, an' some guns to protict oursilves with. Oi am fer ixplorin' th' country before we do anything ilse."

      "We can't do any exploring to-night."

      "But we can early in th' marnin'."

      So they provided themselves with two of the rifles, plenty of ammunition, and much of the provisions in the car.

      In the shelter of the valley the night was no longer cool, but was warm and pleasant.

      They