"That's it, and I'll bet the Drifter! They took ours for the
Drifter. They want us to land. Why, see there, one of the fellows
is looking through a field glass--as if he could make us out in the
dark away up here!"

It did not take Dave long to drift to Hiram's way of thinking. The
spot where the fire showed seemed to be a large yard of some kind,
attached to a factory.

"Of course this is all guess work, Hiram," said Dave, after a
moment's thought. "Just the same, it fits in to your theory."

"Say," spoke Hiram suddenly, "I've an idea."

"What is it, Hiram?"

"Make a stop just as soon as you can."

"What's that for?"

"Let me out, and give me a chance to find out who that signal was
intended for."

"I declare, it's not a bad plan," said Dave at once.

"Can't you find some safe place where we can land?"

"There won't be much trouble about that."

"Do it, Dave," urged Hiram, "and right away, so I won't lose track