Down they settled, and as soon as they were within view of the earth a crowd flocked out to watch their descent.
“What place is this?” cried Jim Nestor, to a group of men who crowded up to the Comet.
“Bashfield, Colorado,” was the answer.
“Then we’re not far from the mountains and Lost Valley; that is as near as I can calculate,” added the miner to the boys.
The ship was made fast, and Jerry learned that he could get a supply of gasolene nearby. As he and his two chums were getting out the cans to go for the liquid, a man was seen pushing his way through the crowd.
“Here, where you shovin’?” demanded a burly miner, roughly but good naturedly.
“That airship! I must see that airship!” was the answer of the man, who, it could now be seen, was quite old.
“Well, it isn’t going to run away,” was the retort of the big man. “Push in here, neighbor, and see it. It’s a wonderful shebang. I’d like to own one.”
“And I’d like to get the use of one,” murmured the old man. “If I had it I could rescue——”