There was not a landmark on the route, such as a city, lake or river, that Dave had not memorized, from standard "fly" directories during the past two days. The Drifter, being in the hands of the Dawsons, who knew considerable about aviation, would probably follow the same course. At night it was more difficult to tally off progress than in daylight, but so far Dave felt that he had not deviated from the due northwest course that was to bring him to a certain destination. 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 the deserted diggings. Several great heaps of ore surrounded a sort of pit, broad and roomy. "I don't think we can find a better resting place," said Dave, as they reached the ground and he shut off the power. "Going to stay here all day?" inquired Hiram. "That is the programme, yes." "Well, I suppose breakfast is the first move?" asked the young aviator's assistant. "I'm hungry as a bear," announced Dave. "So am I," agreed Hiram, and he set at work to explore the accommodation, basket. Hiram soon had a tempting spread. There was cold ham, a roasted chicken, an abundance of bread and butter, and a two gallon jug of cold coffee. The boys did full justice to the layout. Then Dave went over the machine, seeing to it that every part was in order. "I'll have to take a little nap, Hiram," he advised his companion. "No, a good long one," corrected Hiram. "If we're going to lay off until night, there isn't much to do. I'll stay awake and keep a look out for anything happening. You see, I had quite a snooze up there in the air." Dave made a comfortable couch by spreading out some of the wraps found in the accommodation basket. It was after ten o'clock when he woke up. He insisted on Hiram taking a turn on the couch.