“No danger,” said Jim, easily. “They’re quite a way off, and they’re going to have their own troubles getting down to us. Besides, we haven’t found the gold ourselves yet.”
“Well, maybe that’s so,” admitted the miner, calming down somewhat. “What had we better do?”
“Try and discover exactly what they’re doing,” decided Jerry, promptly. “Ned, get the glasses from the pilot house, and we’ll take a look at ’em!”
In a few moments the tall lad was peering sharply at the party high up on the cliffs. So far away were they that they looked like small children, and only the fact that they did not present the characteristics of Indians led to the assumption that they were Noddy Nixon’s companions and himself.
“It’s them, all right!” announced Jerry, after a moment. “And they’re looking at us with spy glasses. I guess they think they can see us when we find the gold.”
“Well, as long as they don’t come down I won’t worry so much,” spoke Mr. Brill. “But as for finding the gold here we’re not going to do it.”
“Why not?” asked Jerry and Ned together, in alarm. Bob had gone to the airship galley to see about the meal.
“Because, after all, this isn’t the place,” said the miner. “I’ve made a mistake. It was coming down the valley the other way that I spotted the rock that looks like a church, and there I hid the gold. Coming toward this rock from the opposite direction did make it look like the same one. But now, when I get a different view of it, I see that it isn’t the place. We’ll have to hunt again.”
“Then we’ll have to go up to the other end of the valley, and start from there,” decided Jerry. “We can get the right view of the rock then.”