"At George's suggestion, Bob has changed his course and we are again crossing the low ridge of mountains a short distance from this big body of water. We hope that somewhere in this area we will find more and larger cities in which we may land and visit. We are about fifty miles farther up the shore than where we first crossed the ridge." "Our hopes were well founded for we find ourselves coming in directly over a large city built in the valley. We have lowered until we are now only one thousand feet above the city and circling it, looking for a landing field. All the buildings here are white and seem to be very tall. People are on the sidewalks and out in open spots looking up at us. This place looks large enough to have a population of half a million, or more. If we find an airport we are going to land, for this city looks interesting. It is much larger than the one we visited where the big telescope is and where we met the Martonians, so there should be an airport somewhere if we can only find it." "We have circled the city twice already and haven't yet located a landing field. Wait awhile, George sees a large open area in the distance where we might land safely. Bob is heading that way to take a look. This must be their airport for we see five, six, twelve ships standing on the ground. There is a tower in the center of the field about a hundred and fifty feet high which is probably their signal tower. We are circling the field, hoping for a signal but what kind, we don't know just what to expect. Now a very brilliant light is being flashed from the tower but we don't understand what it means. There is no beam such as was given us at the other landing field and our chieftain friend suggests maybe it is being flashed to let us know they have seen us. Bob continues to circle in air until he gets something more definite. Oh, Oh, there now! They threw out a beam of light, first towards us then dropped it to the ground and centered it on one spot as though that is where we are to land. This field, like the one in the other city, has no landing strips but this entire area looks so smooth and well cared for that an airship could land on any spot safely. The light beam is being held steadily on the spot first indicated, so Bob is straightening out and lowering so that we can land there." "We are on the ground. Bob made a beautiful landing and we have stopped right in the center of the light beam. The doors of our ship are opened and we are about to get out." "Here comes a group of men running towards our ship, white, pretty much like our chieftain, all wearing gowns. They are jabbering something but we don't understand what it is. It sounds pretty much like we have heard before, though."