“It must be!” was the answer. “You see,” he went on, “I wandered around this way and that, so long that I couldn’t tell whether my camp was east, west, north or south. During the last few hours of my wandering I was half dazed with hunger and fatigue, so there is little hope of my being able to locate the camp of my friends.”
“Well, we can find it all right!” Jimmie declared. “I can take you up in the machine after we get done breakfast, and after we get last night’s kinks out of our systems, and we can find your camp if it’s anywhere within a thousand miles.”
The Englishman appeared thoughtful for some moments before making any reply. Jimmie nudged Carl and whispered:
“Look here, Cully, I don’t believe he wants to find that camp again! I don’t believe he wants to go back!”
“Yes,” returned Carl, “the quiet, peaceful, uneventful life we are leading seems to appeal to him!”
“We may be able to find the camp,” the Englishman said after a pause, “but really, you know,” he went on, “I wouldn’t want to take another ride in the air to-day!”
“Oh, we can go to-morrow just as well,” laughed Jimmie.
After breakfast the boys advised the Englishman to spend most of the day in sleep. They had had another hard night, and were in need of rest themselves. It was a warm, sunny day, and the lads, well wrapped in blankets, slept until almost noon. After they awoke and prepared dinner, Mr. Havens noticed Carl and Jimmie looking longingly in the direction of the machines.
“What’s on now, boys?” he asked.
“I want to find the answers to two questions,” Jimmie replied.