“Suppose they’re waiting for the ship.”
“More than likely.”
The men in the cabin seemed to be expecting something of the sort, for every little while one or more of them would come out and take a long look around, scanning the sky.
“There’s a couple I never saw before. Take a peep,” Bob said a few minutes later drawing back his head and making room for Jack.
“One of them is the man who talked with me the day I was fishing at the lake, but I don’t know the other fellow,” he said as he drew his head back. “They’ve gone in now.”
“They’re waiting for an airship all right judging by the way they’re looking round.”
“And we’ll wait right here till it comes.” Jack’s voice bore a determined note.
“Guess we might as well eat a bite while we’re waiting,” Bob proposed.
“All right, but we’ve got to go a bit light or we’ll be on short rations,” Jack advised.
It proved that they were shorter on food even than he had thought and they had to satisfy themselves with a very light lunch indeed. But they were used to taking things as they came and neither complained.