The forest seemed endless.
"We must have gone a hundred miles inland," said Myra. "When are we supposed to push that fateful button?"
"Point Q is described as a large prairie. We should reach it any minute now."
"What's that up ahead?"
"That appears to be it," said Steve.
He pushed the button with crossed fingers. The ship immediately went into a long glide. The ground came up rapidly. Just when they thought they would surely crash, the nose came up automatically and the ship skidded to a bumpy halt.
Steve shut off the motor. "Last stop," he said.
Myra looked at him closely.
"Steve," she said. "How do you feel?"
"Fine," he replied. "Why? Scared?"