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Now, in addition to their packs, the two boys carried between them a section of one of the pine trees, about six feet long. As they stood, ready to leave, Ned raised his cap. "Good bye, old Cibola," he said with moisture in his eyes, "until we meet again, if ever." "If ever?" added Alan quickly with as much gaiety as he could summon.
"And now," exclaimed the tired but exuberant Alan, "it is all arranged but the name. What are we to call the air ship?" "The 'Cibola," answered Ned without hesitation, "the dream of the Spanish invaders and our hope of success." The long, heavy, limited train on which the young air ship boys were at last embarked on their extraordinary mission pulled slowly out of the station.
And it was something out of the ordinary to see the most complete balloon ever made start on a mysterious flight into the wilderness. So he spurred up the horses anew. The hot sun reflected from the yellow sands burnt his face and his muscles were sore, but he stuck to it. When half a mile from the town he could see the boys on the bridge of the Cibola.
"What's to be done?" exclaimed Alan, his voice choking. "There can't be many of them," answered Ned finally, as if thinking, "or they would pushed their attack. If we could locate them the rest would be easy. Let Bob take the wheel and try to get over the wagon again; I have an idea." The Cibola again answered the rudder and circled, Ned flashing the bulb until the river came beneath them.
For a time they thought of passing over the camp and dropping a message, but this pleasant idea was given up. "Although," as Alan expressed it, "one of Elmer's hot suppers and a soft bed of balsam boughs to-night wouldn't be bad." Ned thought of the four nights of hard floor and agreed, but he said: "You'll have to forget soft beds if we're ever going to find Cibola.
These peculiar constructions of baked clay are still fashionable in such old towns as Suni, Taos and others. Situated as the Moqui villages and Acoma were, on the top of an inaccessible rock, the Spaniards despaired of conquering them. The supposed Cibola not panning out according to expectation, they did not seek reinforcement, and left the Pueblos in peace.
"Look for it as you would look for a bird's nest in the cliff," suggested Ned. And that was the plan of search. It was nearly three o'clock when the boys had bade farewell to the Arrow and about half past five when the Cibola sailed over the second ridge of the Tunit Chas. But the course was far to the north and there was naturally no sign of the waterfall plateau or Camp Eagle.
Gas, was rapidly escaping. But fortunately the aeroplanes and propeller had been left properly in a horizontal position and no damage had been done. The boys knew that by throwing over enough ballast and stores the Cibola could be made good for one more flight, but that probably it would be the last. Therefore, the inevitable seemed forced upon them.
It seems that Don Pedro de Tobar was dispatched by Coronado to explore a province called Tusayan which was reported to be twenty-five leagues from Cibola. He had in his command seventeen horsemen and one or two foot-soldiers, and was accompanied by Friar Juan de Padilla.
The details of how Ned and Alan, just one day late, kept their engagement with major Honeywell and Senor' Oje in the Coates House, and of the almost unbelievable report they made and the rich evidence of its genuineness that they submitted do not really belong in an account of the flight of the Cibola. Two things were done at once, however.
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