“Rah, rah!” He joined with Cranny Beaumont in a shout.
The “Ogden II” shot far above the air-ship, and they were looking down upon a scene, on the edge of the forest, which made their nerves tingle with joy. Around the huge fire, three figures were seen, each wildly waving his hands toward them.
“Safe—safe! Sure as I live!”
Bob Somers and his passenger exchanged glances of the greatest satisfaction, and craned their necks to keep in view the little group.
As Bob raised his head again, he had a vague impression as of seeing a tiny star-like point of light out of the corner of his eye. It was, apparently, far distant, at the bottom of a rolling valley.
Upon looking a second time, it had vanished completely. Bob winked his eye hard.
“Yet I’m almost sure of it,” he murmured. “Ah ha—there it is! Now what does that mean?”
The star-like point had come plainly into view between a gash in a deeply shadowed slope. Cranny, too, had seen it. He put his mouth close to the aviator’s ear.
“Look, Somers!” he yelled, with all his force.
Bob nodded.