Gran’pa awakened her in about an hour to look at the Moon, which they were approaching at great speed.
“They must have gone to the Moon!” Gran’ma cried. “No, they must have changed their course!” she added after a moment as the Flying Boat, following the course taken by the children, made the circuit of the Moon.
But the Flying Boat soon flew directly at the Moon and the old folks knew the children must have made a landing there.
In fact, the Flying Boat soon landed near the Flying Machine that Johnny had made.
“Here we are!” Gran’pa cried, as he helped Gran’ma from the Flying Boat. “See where they have been sitting in the grass!”
And Gran’ma and Gran’pa followed the children’s path in the grass until they came to the spring. There they saw the signs of Johnny’s fight.
“It looks as though a struggle had taken place here!” cried Gran’pa.
“Oh! Maybe wild beasts have eaten them up!” cried Gran’ma.
“No! There are no signs of wild beasts!” Gran’pa replied. “We should see their torn clothes about if that were the case! See, their trail leads off this way!”