It is no wonder we did not recognize this for an airfield. The building towards which the men from the other ship are going is about three stories high but very large, covering much ground space. The field just looks like a flat desert area without landing strips, lights, or markers of any kind and not fenced around in any way. Bob is circling over the field hoping for some sort of signal to land but he doesn't know just what. Suddenly our ship lighted up as if we had crossed a light beam, yet we didn't see any. As we circled again, the same thing happened, whereupon one of the white boys suggested that instead of crossing through the light, Bob should turn the ship into it to see if he could follow it to the ground. This worked splendidly and we landed safely a short ways from the building which must be their administration building for several native men are coming out of it towards us. These Moonalites too are white and tall like our friends of the valley, only they are dressed somewhat differently. It is fortunate for us that we have the two white boys with us, for these city people seem to talk the same language as they. The boys left the ship first to meet the airport officials as they approached our ship and told them who we were and where we had come from. After a few moments of conversation, the officials come up and shake our hands in a very firm manner. The boys must have inquired about the large ship that had landed just before we did for these airport men are taking us over there now. They are introducing us to these men, all of whom appear to be scientists, and telling them that we have come from the Earth. Besides the men, this ship had also brought in quite a lot of cargo of different types of materials. On learning where it came from we really did get a surprise, for this ship had just come in from planet Mars. The crew members of this Martonian ship are wearing caps similar to those worn by pilots on Earth; but the insignia on their caps is outstandingly interesting for it is a heart and a handshake across the heart. On their uniforms is an insignia of a bullet-type ship. All of these men are very intelligent looking and well mannered. They are around six feet seven inches in height. One in the group is probably about eight feet tall. They are well built in proportion to their height, eyes just sparkling, very fair-complexioned and have jet black hair. Judging by the appearances and behavior of the pilot and crew of this ship from Mars, we felt like little children, kindergartners. Emanating from them towards us is no feeling of personal pride nor attainment, neither is there the slightest indication of hostility but rather a feeling of warm friendship and joy that we have made the trip here.