“Where will we spend tonight?” asked Joe, as he noticed that darkness was not far off.
“Suppose we land before long and put up our tent,” suggested Mr. Holton, stepping up to the telephone transmitter.
“I was just getting ready to do that,” Karl answered him, and then added: “Here’s a good spot now.”
There was a wide, level field directly below them. Karl sent the monoplane off to the west and then headed it back and downward.
A perfect three-point landing was made in the tall grass, the ship coming to a stop at the very edge of a frowning jungle.
Once more the explorers got out and stretched their legs.
Bob and Joe had just started over to the jungle when they heard something that made them turn about quickly.
“There’s a leak in the gas tank,” Karl said ominously, “and the gas is almost gone. We landed just in time.”