“What’s the programme, then?”
“Why, we can only wait till morning, get our bearings, locate some village and tell our story. Some reputable people must come to the monoplane with us, seal up the speedometer, make affidavits as to our arrival, and we get back to Mr. Davis to report.”
“And leave the Dart here?” questioned Bob, in alarm.
“Certainly not. We must arrange to have it packed and shipped on after us, no matter what it may cost.”
“If we have only won the prize—oh, if we only have!” began Bob ardently, and then: “Hello!”
The speaker dropped the hunk of bread and cheese he was eating with a vivid exclamation, and stood poised in a staring attitude, glancing through the surrounding trees.
“What now, Bob?” questioned Ben.
“A light.”
“I see it!”
“Maybe it’s a village—a house, anyhow. The sooner we prove our arrival, the better for our claims, eh, Ben?”