“What is it?” demanded Jerry.
“I’m not sure—but I see a big patch of white down there. It may be the wrecked airship we’re looking for. See, right by that clump of pines?”
He pointed and handed the glasses to Jerry.
“It’s either her or a big white stone,” murmured the tall lad.
“It can’t be a stone, for it flutters in the wind,” declared Ned.
“Don’t be too sure,” advised Bob. “We’ve been fooled before.”
“We’ll soon see what it is,” said Jerry. “We’ll go down there.”
Eagerly they watched as the white patch became bigger, for they were nearing it rapidly. Now they could make out that it was some kind of cloth, caught on the limbs of a tree, for it flapped back and forth like a signal of distress.
“I—I guess we’ve found it at last,” murmured Jerry hopefully.