“That where you want to come down?”
“Si, senor.”
“That will be easy.” Austin could see the rugged cliff and realized that getting through it from the ground would be a hazardous business. He surveyed the plateau, which had a few rough buildings such as formed hundreds of plantation or ranch homes, and a good road wound toward it from the back.
“It is four times so far by road,” Gonzalas explained.
“Expect it is,” agreed Jim. He selected a section which would afford the plane abundant room for the landing and then he noticed two men standing as if watching for the flyers. The motor was shut off and the machine began to alight.
“That is the doctor,” Gonzalas told him. “My place is further in.” This was another surprising bit of news and Jim scowled. The machine made a perfect landing, and the two men, both with bags, hurried to meet them. For a minute there was a swift exchange of conversation in Spanish and then Gonzalas turned to the boy. “The doctor must come to administer, and his helper. If you cannot carry so many, I shall get out, for they are to me important.”
“Tell them to hop into the back,” Jim directed.
“If you require gas there is some here,” Gonzalas suggested.
“It will not be a bad idea to have it,” the boy answered, so the extra supply was put in quickly.
Austin sized up the two passengers. One of them was short and slender, as if just past young manhood, but the other was mature. The medical man did not look like anyone else of the profession that Jim had ever seen, but there was nothing especially disturbing about any of them. They climbed into the back cock-pit, and were finally settled safely, then the plane rolled again, finally lifted the additional weight, and roared into the sky.