"Nobody home but the clock, and that's on a strike!" put in Jimmie. "Why don't they have a few lights going down there? The town's as dark as a miser's pocket! Have they all gone visiting?"
"Probably it is an order on account of the war!" explained Jack. "They're afraid of German aeroplanes flying over and dropping bombs."
"Well, we won't drop any bombs!" asserted Jimmie.
"Yes, but they don't know it!" argued Jack. "Let's put on the searchlight and try to find a good landing place. What do you say?"
It was agreed that this would be the proper thing to do, and the boy turned the switch. He directed the shaft of light downward.
Housetops, trees, streets, were revealed in the glare from the powerful flame. By its light the boys saw that they were only a short distance above the earth. No place for landing appeared.
"I see the river," announced Jimmie. "Don't get us wet!"
"Guess we'll have to swing around and land in one of these wide streets, Ned!" suggested Harry. "I can't make out any other vacant spot big enough for a safe landing. Is that a good idea?"
"I guess it's as good as any," replied Ned. "I'll swing around and try that broad street we just crossed!"
"Hope there's somebody home when we land!" Jimmie put in.