"
"I don't either. That's why I'm going to look for it--and look
hard."
"And our gas slipping away at a lively rate!" interrupted Alan
again.
"Let it all go," said Ned. "We know how we can get down within a
hundred feet of the ground, anyway. That's some consolation."'
"First we will make a circuit of the north end," continued Ned,
after breakfast, "and if nothing comes of that--no unseen hollows or
new crevices--we'll try this sandy hollow, even if it is smooth as a
plain."
The circuit of a fifty-acre area requires time and it was an hour
before the boys had traversed the edge of the precipitous cliff. At
every few yards they examined the face of the mesa for gaps or shelves,
but there seemed hardly a resting place for a bird.
Tired and hot, the sun being now high above them, the young
aeronauts finally reached the north-eastern corner of the mesa
without finding a sign or suggestion of Indians, or even of animal
remains.
Alan had thrown himself on the ground at this point for a rest, when
with an exclamation Ned darted from his side. As Alan's eyes
followed him he saw the cause of the exclamation.
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