“Leave it to me, boy; I aint agoin’ to fail yeou, not if I have to stare my ole peepers aout o’ focus for keeps. Drop daown some ways, Jack—less chance o’ aour bein’ seen; an’ it’s goin’ to help me a heap in hittin’ that bit o’ level stretch. Cuckoo! that’s the ticket—we’re droppin’ like a rocket-stick after she’s shot her bolt. Naow for to get my eagle eyes daown to business.”
CHAPTER XV
A Clever Landing
A brief time passed, and then Perk called out excitedly:
“Say, I kinder b’lieve I kin glimpse thet same pesky hangaout—looks like some sorter mounting pass, sech as he drawed in his map, where they went in an’ kim aout; but they’s a kinder haze ahangin’ over yonder that makes it hard to be dead sure. If we get it araoun’ here it’ll hide us from bein’ seen. The wind up here’s hittin’ us in the face, too, which helps some in the bargain.”
“Never mind about the hideout—that’ll all come later on. Just now it’s that landing-field we need most of all—keep your glass on the ground just ahead, Perk.”
Ten seconds later the observer uttered a sudden exclamation.
“Get a bite?” demanded Jack, just about ready to swing around, as it seemed taking too hazardous chances to continue their advance any further.
“Kinder guess I sure have,” Perk told him; and then proceeded to direct the eyes of the pilot on a certain spot over which the ship was then passing.
“You struck it that time, buddy!” exclaimed Jack, evidently mightily relieved in his mind; for a crisis was upon them, with a change in their movements absolutely essential, unless they meant to give the whole scheme away, and wreck their plan of campaign, which was not to be considered at all.
“Yeah,” Perk went on to add, more confidently than before; “that’s it, for a certaintee—the on’y place where a ship kin drop with a ghost o’ a show to keep from bein’ smashed to flinders. Goin’ doawn, are yeou, Jack?”