“The one they ordered us away from; I can tell by the peculiar wing tips—at least from what’s left of ’em.”
Thus spoke Bob, Ned and Jerry in turn as they stood in the little clearing where they had landed, and viewed the airship wreck that was just on the edge of it.
“Jove, but she’s certainly smashed up!” went on the stout lad.
“The engine is nothing but junk,” said Ned.
“And look where the radiator is,” called Jerry. “Up in that beech tree.” The cooling apparatus, torn loose from the rest of the machinery had caught on a great limb and hung there.
“She must have crashed full-tilt into the trees,” was Ned’s opinion. “That tore things loose, and then, if the engine was going, the propellers threshed around and broke to pieces.”
“That last is true, anyhow,” observed Bob. “Here is a piece of one of the blades,” and he held it up.
Professor Snodgrass was observed to be carefully scanning the ground about the wreck.
“Are you looking for the treasure?” asked Jerry.