They cruised for almost an hour before Don Denton located the base camp. It had moved from island One to island Three, and its earthly regularity in the green of the Lanka jungle was pleasant to see.
"Five minutes," Don Denton said cheerfully, "and you can surprise your dad."
"Oh, hurry!" Jean said, bent close to the port-window.
Don Denton nodded silently, but there was suddenly a great fear in him. For nowhere in the camp below was there a sign of life.
Smoke was not bulging from the short stack of the rendering plant, and men did not dart from the small shacks to greet the landing ship. The camp appeared to be deserted.
"I don't see anyone?" Jean said puzzledly, fearfully.
Don Denton forced a confident laugh, but his eyes were entirely serious. "They're all probably out in the jungle grubbing up the best grade of plants. Don't worry, when they hear the rockets, they'll come stringing in plenty fast."
He set the Comet down squarely in the middle of the clearing, touched studs, and there was an immediate cessation of noise and vibration.
"This is it," Don Denton said quietly. "Slip on an oxy-helmet, and we'll take a look around."