For over five hours after lunch and rest the Monarch II kept
steadily on its way. Dawn was just breaking when Dave passed a few
miles to the west of a town he knew to be Millville. He glanced at
Hiram, about to address him. Hiram was fast asleep.

"We will have to get down somewhere near here," decided Dave.

As he changed the course of the aircraft there was a slight jar, and
Hiram woke up.

"Hello!" he cried, "have I been--"

"Asleep at the switch?" smiled Dave. "Yes, but it hasn't needed any
attention. We are going to land, Hiram."

Dave knew his bearings, as has been said. His anxiety, however, was
to get to cover, so to speak, before the airship was seen by anyone
in the vicinity. He soon knew that he had failed in this. Circling
about and drifting in trying to select a suitable landing spot, Dave
made out rising farmer staring up at the machine from his chicken
yard.

A little farther on the driver of a truck wagon, bound town-wards
evidently, espied the Monarch II, even in the dim morning light, for
he stopped his horses, his face turned in the direction of the
machine.

Finally Dave located a spot that suited him. It was where there had
been mining going on some period in the past. Some hills shut in