"Yes, worse luck," returned the young inventor. "I feel foolish when I think how we let them take us prisoners."
"We couldn't help it," Ned commented. "They came on us too suddenly. We didn't have a chance. And they outnumbered us two to one. If they could take care of big Koku, what chance did we have?"
"Very little," said Engineer Mound. "They were desperate fellows. They know something about aircraft, too. For, as soon as Koku, Ventor and I were disposed of, some of them went at the machinery as if they had been used to running it all their lives."
"Oh, the foreigners are experts when it comes to craft of the air," said Captain Warner.
"Well, they seem to be running her, all right," admitted the young inventor, "and at good speed, too. They have increased our running rate, if I am any judge."
"By several miles an hour," confirmed the assistant pilot. "Though in which direction they are heading, and what they are going to do with us is more than I can guess."
"That's so!" agreed Mr. Damon. "What is to become of us? They may heave us overboard into the ocean!"
"Into the ocean!" cried Ned apprehensively. "Are we near the sea?"
"We must be, by this time," spoke Tom. "We were headed in that direction, and we have come almost far enough to put us somewhere over the Atlantic, off the Jersey coast."
A look of apprehension was on the faces of all. But Tom's face did not remain clouded long.