"Keep a good lookout, Dick, and let me know when you sight the Eagle. This is unfamiliar territory to me, and your eyes will have to guide us."
"As I get the bearings," said Ferral, leaning over the rail and peering ahead, "we ought to be about east by north of where we want to land. When we took the trolley we went east."
"That's right," returned Matt. "Keep your gaze south and west, and you ought to be able to pick up the Eagle."
A few moments later Ferral sighted the swaying bulk of the other air ship.
"Bear to the left a little, Matt," said he, "and we'll come down right where we want to go. I can see Jerrold and Carl standing on the beach and looking up at us. I'll bet they're wondering whether we're in the car, or whether Brady and his gang are the passengers."
"Wave something at them," suggested Matt. "We don't want to scare them."
Ferral waved his handkerchief. This calmed the fears of Carl and Jerrold, if they had had any, and Ferral reported that they were waving their hats.
A few moments later Matt engineered an easy landing, and the Hawk was moored within a dozen yards of the Eagle.