The motor had been demolished, the end of the car containing it having come in smashing contact with a big limb. Besides that the ironwork was twisted and parts of it had snapped off.
There could be no repairing the air ship. She was as much a total loss as though she had gone to the bottom of the sea in fathomless waters.
Matt's heart felt a sudden wrench; but he thrust aside the feeling and continued his search for Dick. Carefully he made his way along the limb toward the silken envelope, pushing away the moss and peering anxiously as he went.
"Don'd you see nodding?" asked Carl.
"I can see that we'll never again do any sailing in the Hawk," answered Matt.
"Ach, dot makes me feel pad mit meinseluf!" wailed Carl. "But I vas glad I vas alife! It vas some tight skveaks, I bed you. Tick!" he yelled. "Vere you vas, Tick?"
Still there came no answer. Silence reigned everywhere in the thick timber and Carl's voice echoed weirdly among the trees.
"He must be hurt and unable to answer, Carl," said Matt.
"You vas looking, eh?"
"Yes."