“Try to keep her off them.”
“Shure, I have me oye on thim.”
Frank watched the ship’s descent keenly.
She was going at a gradual angle for the earth, and soon arrived within fifty feet of the ground.
As she swept ahead, two huge palms loomed up directly in her path.
Barney made a desperate effort to avoid them.
“Look out!” he yelled.
“Can’t you turn her?” asked Frank, anxiously.
“Not an inch.”
“Then we’ll strike.”