“Well, of course, there’s that possibility,” admitted Tom.  “They are desperate characters.”

“Well, we must do something,” declared Lieutenant Marbury.  “Come, it’s daylight now, and we can see to work better.  Let’s see if we can’t find a way to get out of this prison.  Say, but this sure is a storm!” he cried, as the airship rolled and pitched violently.

“They are handling her well, though,” observed Tom, as the craft came quickly to an even keel.  “Either they have a number of expert birdmen on board, or they can easily adapt themselves to a new aircraft.  She is sailing splendidly.”

“Well, let’s eat something, and set to work,” proposed Ned.

They brought out the food which had been given to them the night before, but before they could eat this, there came a knock on the door, and more food and fresh water was handed in, under the same precautions as before.

Tom and his companions indignantly demanded to be released, but their protests were only laughed at, and while the guards stood with ready weapons the door was again shut and locked.

But the prisoners were not the kind to sit idly down in the face of this.  Under Tom’s direction they set about looking through their place of captivity for something by which they could release themselves.  At first they found nothing, and Ned even suggested trying to cut a way through the wooden walls with a fingernail file, which he found in one of his pockets, when Tom, who had gone to the far end of the storeroom, uttered a cry.

“What is it—­a way out?” asked Lieutenant Marbury anxiously.

“No, but means to that end,” Tom replied.  “Look, a file and a saw, left here by some of my workmen, perhaps,” and he brought out the tools.  He had found them behind a barrel in the far end of the compartment.

“Hurray!” cried Ned.  “That’s the ticket!  Now we’ll soon show these fellows what’s what!”

“Go easy!” cautioned Tom.  “We must work carefully.  It won’t do to slam around and try to break down the door with these.  I think we had better select a place on the side wall, break through that, and make an opening where we can come out unnoticed.  Then, when we are ready, we can take them by surprise.  We’ll have to do something like that, for they outnumber us, you know.”

“That is so,” agreed Captain Warner.  “We must use strategy.”

“Well, where would be a good place to begin to burrow out?” asked Ned.

“Here,” said Tom, indicating a place far back in the room.  “We can work there in turns, sawing a hole through the wall.  It will bring us out in the passage between the aft and amidship cabins, and we can go either way.”

“Then let’s begin!” cried Ned enthusiastically, and they set to work.

While the aerial warship pitched and tossed in the storm, over some part of the Atlantic, Tom and his friends took turns in working their way to freedom.  With the sharp end of the file a small hole was made, the work being done as slowly as a rat gnaws, so as to make no noise that would be heard by their captors.  In time the hole was large enough to admit the end of the saw.