The night was brilliantly illuminated for an instant, and Bob cried out:
“There’s a house. Head for that, Jerry!”
Jerry and Ned had also seen, revealed in the flash of celestial fire, a lonely farmhouse in the midst of a little clearing. The airship had suddenly shot over it on her downward course.
“That’s a good place to land!” cried Jerry above the noise of another clap of thunder. “Head for the barn yard!”
An instant later there came a deluge of rain, and in the midst of it the airship came to the earth rather suddenly, for a gust of wind upset Jerry’s calculations with the rudder.
As the Comet came to rest, after shooting across the yard in front of the barn, a man came running from the farmhouse.
“By Peter! Another one of the critters!” he cried. “Hey, you fellers! Come on in the house! Come in the house!”
“No, we’ll go in the barn, after we fasten down the ship!” shouted Jerry.
“Come in the house I tell you! Keep out of that barn! Come in the house!” And the farmer who seemed greatly excited over something, fairly grasped Jerry by the arm, as the widow’s son alighted from the ship, and led him toward the house.