“The route mapped out for our journey south!” was the reply. “Including the names of places where Redfern may be in hiding.”
“And so they’ll be apt to guard all those points?” asked Ben.
As the reader will understand, one point, that at the ruined temple, had been very well guarded indeed!
“Yes,” replied the millionaire. “They are likely to look out for us at all the places mentioned in the code despatches.”
Ben gave a low whistle of dismay, and directly the motors were pushing the machine forward at the rate of fifty or more miles an hour.
The aviators stopped on a level plateau about the middle of the afternoon to prepare dinner, and then swept on again. At nightfall, they were in the vicinity of a summit which lifted like a cone from a circular shelf of rock which almost completely surrounded it.
The millionaire aviator encircled the peak and finally decided that a landing might be made with safety. He dropped the Louise down very slowly and was gratified to find that there would be little difficulty in finding a resting-place below. As soon as he landed he turned his eyes toward the Bertha, still circling above.
The machine seemed to be coming steadily toward the shelf, but as he looked the great planes wavered and tipped, and when the aeroplane actually landed it was with a crash which threw Glenn from his seat and brought about a great rattling of machinery.
Glenn arose from the rock wiping blood from his face.
“I’m afraid that’s the end of the Bertha!” he exclaimed.