"Some one must want the cattle concession that Lyman has pretty
badly," Leroy ventured. "Well, we'll, have to run away from them, I
take it!"

"Then how are we going to find out where this Lyman person is?"
demanded Jimmie. "No, Sir!" he went on, rubbing his freckled nose
in meditation. "We've just naturally got to bust 'em up!"

The proposition was indeed a serious one. If the airship was really
there to take note of the activities of the boys on the Nelson, the
situation could hardly be improved by following either line of
conduct suggested by the boys.

Nothing could be gained by "running away" from the unwelcome
visitor. Nothing was to be gained by following the advice to "bust
'em up." A race would only serve to draw the Nelson away from the
point of action, away from the place where Lyman was held in
captivity. To "bust 'em up" would be to set all the official rings
of Paraguay in operation against the lads, place the Boy Scouts
under the ban of the law!

"If we only knew just where to find this Lyman person," Jimmie went
on, "we might swoop down an' get him an' give the lobsters a run for
their money."

"Perhaps," Ned suggested, "we'd better wait for this new navigator
of the air to show us where he is."

"I see him doing it!" cried Leroy.