"Let's take the
files with us and see if they fit in the grooves where the break
came. We'll take these back to where we left the Air Scout," and
he clinked the files he held.
"We can just about make it before it gets black dark," returned
Jackson. "But that won't give us any more time to look around
here," and he indicated the hut.
"I fancy we've seen all there is to see here," said Tom. "Mr.
Nestor isn't here, and whether he was or not is a question.
Anyhow, some one was here who had something to do with him after
his disappearance, I'm positive of that. And I'm sure some one
was here who damaged my airship. Now we'll run down both those
clews, find out who owns this place, who has been using it, and
all we can along that line. So, if you're ready, let's travel."
The two set out to make their way back to where they had left
the stranded airship. It was fast becoming dark, but they could
hurry along with more speed now, as they did not have to stop to
look for the marks of the peculiar automobile tires. They had
noticed the path along which they had traveled, and in half the
time they had spent coming they were back where the Air Scout
rested undisturbed in the meadow amid the trees.
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