“We can soon find out,” declared Elmer. “Wait a minute.”
The speaker ran to the biplane. He soon returned, his telescope in hand. This he leveled at the distant glow.
“You’re right, Dave,” he announced excitedly. “It’s a beacon, sure, and it’s pitch, sure. See for yourself.”
“Yes,” assented the young aviator, levelling the glass. “There is no doubt that it is a signal of some kind. I can make out the skeleton legs of some kind of a brazier.”
Hiram came in for a show at the spyglass. His decision enforced that of his friends.
“What will we do—investigate?” he asked of their leader.
“We must do that,” replied Dave. “It can’t be very far away.”
“What will we do with the machine?” questioned Hiram, who did not relish being left behind.
“We can roll it to the beach and keep it with us,” explained Dave. “Come on.”
“Maybe this is an inhabited island after all,” suggested Elmer. “I’d like to know. We don’t want to run into cannibals and have them roast us.”