"It will help us from Fremantle to New Zealand," said Peter. "I remember reading in the paper not so many months ago of the skipper of a sailing vessel who tried for days to beat up from Melbourne to Fremantle. Finally he gave up beating to wind’ard as a hopeless job, so he turned and ran before the westerly breeze, sailed round the Horn and the Cape of Good Hope, and actually arrived at Fremantle several days before another vessel that had left Melbourne at the same time as he did." "Let’s hope we’ll find an equally favouring wind to help us across the Pacific," remarked Fosterdyke. "We’ll want it." CHAPTER XV--REVELATIONS "Land ahead!" The hail brought Fosterdyke and Bramsdean from their cabins with the utmost alacrity. They had not expected to sight Australia for another hour and a half, and now there was certainly land far away to the east’ard. During the last three hours the clear sky had given place to a thick bank of dark clouds. Observations to determine the "Golden Hind’s" position were therefore out of the question. She was steering a compass course with the wind almost dead aft. It was a case of dead reckoning, and now no one knew exactly what part of Western Australia they were approaching--whether it was north or south of the Fremantle aerodrome. "We’ll do it before dark," declared Fosterdyke, confidently. He had hardly spoken when Murgatroyd’s head and shoulders appeared through the hatchway of the navigation-room. "We’re on the last few gallons of petrol, sir," he reported. "I’ve me doubts if the engines’ll run another ten minutes. They’re slowing down now," he added. "Switch off all but numbers 1 and 2 motors," ordered the baronet. "Keep these running for twenty minutes if you can, and we’ll manage it." But before the chief engineer could regain the for’ard motor-room the six aerial propellers were motionless. The "Golden Hind" no longer drove through the air, but simply drifted broadside on to the strong breeze. Just as the sun sank in the Indian Ocean the airship crossed the coastline. Ten miles to the north could be discerned Perth and Fremantle--ten miles that, as far as the "Golden Hind" was concerned might have been a thousand. "Down with her," ordered Fosterdyke. "Stand by with both grapnels. We’ll have to trust to luck to find a good anchoring-ground." It was not until the airship had passed over the railway running southward from Perth to Busselton that Kenyon noted a hill that might afford shelter from the strong wind. Rapidly several thousand cubic feet of brodium were exhausted from the ballonets, with the result that the "Golden Hind" dropped to within a hundred feet of the ground. There was just sufficient twilight to make out the nature of the landing place. It was a wide belt of grassland, dotted here and there with small trees. Hedges there were none. "There are a couple of men on horseback, sir," reported Frampton.