Below, the Nelson was sending up sheets of flame. Pedro now ran out of his hiding place and attempted to check the fire, but his efforts availed nothing.
"It is gone, all right!" Jimmie said, with a sigh. "Now, how are we goin' to get out of here? That's what I'd like to know."
"We'll have to get out the same way the others do," Ned replied.
"They have lost their aeroplane too."
"Yes," agreed the little fellow, "but they have a motor car, and we've only our shanks' horses!"
Ned extinguished the burning woodwork on the Nelson and made a hasty estimate of the damage done.
"The motors are not injured," he reported. "If we can get something that will do for planes, we can get her out."
"Then," said Jimmie, "I reckon it's me for the highway! I'll chase that automobile into where it came from. I'll bet I'll find cloth of some kind there."
"It might be better to send Pedro," said Ned.
"All right!" the little fellow agreed. "Then you and I can sleuth about this rotten country in search of gold! They say there's gold in these hills!"
The purr of the motor car's engines now came again, and Pedro hastened up the ledge and followed down into the valley where she lay. In a moment she was out of sight, and the Peruvian was moving toward a rift in the wall of rock to the east.