“Undoubtedly. Let us land on that little hillock yonder and then we can make an examination.”
Down swooped the great airship, landing without a jar on the bare little hill Lieut. Diaz had mentioned.
As soon as the craft touched the ground the two Mexican officers were out of it, and, after attending to the motor, hastened over the sandy soil to Jack’s side.
“Santa Maria! It is but a boy,” exclaimed Lieut. Sancho as he turned the inanimate form over.
“Todos los Santos, so it is. A fine–looking fellow, too. But is there any trace of life in him?”
For answer Lieut. Sancho shook his head mournfully.
“I fear we have come too late,” he said, bending over Jack to try to catch the least flicker of life.