“Wouldn’t it be a joke if we could sail over and pick her up again?” asked Kit with a grin. “Sure it would!” answered Jimmie. “Suppose we try it.” In a moment the impulsive and foolhardy boys were starting the machine along an incline with the motors going at full speed. When she lifted it was within a few rods of the opposite peak. Naturally the boys scrutinized the summit before them very closely, as there was still time to lift again should anything like peril appear. However, everything seemed quiet and peaceful below. Not a moving figure was to be seen. The one light of the _Louise_ burned dimly and appeared to be cloaked with a covering which did not quite perform its duty. “It’s all right!” Jimmie shouted to his companion. “We’ll land close to the _Louise_, and you jump down the first thing and see if she’s fit to run. If she is, you climb aboard and push the starter. If she isn’t, you jump back into your seat and I’ll duck away.” The next minute the wheels of the flying machine were rolling over the rough surface of the summit. Kit sprang out as directed, but Jimmie retained his seat. The instant the boy struck the ground a sharp cry of terror reached Jimmie’s ears, and he also prepared for a spring. His idea was that his chum had been seized by some one lying in wait beside the machine, and that his assistance would enable the boy to get back into his seat without injury. However, before Jimmie could execute his purpose, a rope was thrown over his head and shoulders from behind, and he was dragged from the machine. Then, as if in a daze, he saw gathered about him three figures that he knew. Phillips, Mendoza and the blond aviator were gazing down upon him with triumph in their faces! Behind them stood two slighter men, resembling Japanese, and behind them, in turn, quite a collection of Chinamen. “Brought my machine back, did you?” asked the blond man. “Yes,” replied Jimmie struggling with the rope that held his arms to his sides. “I thought you might need it.” “That’s nice!” smiled the aviator. “And so you are the boys who left New York to capture Phillips and myself are you?” demanded Mendoza thrusting a savage face toward Jimmie. “We came out here to try something in that line,” replied the boy. “If I had known that, you would still be sleeping in the shelter-tent,” the ruffian said with a significant glance. At this moment one of the Japs turned to Phillips and asked: “How many more Chinks are there in Two Sisters canyon?” Jimmie gave a quick start and turned to Kit: “Does that make you think of Robinson’s barn?” he asked. “Sure it does!” replied Kit. “It makes me think of the note I found there. I suppose that’s Two Sisters canyon that we just crossed.” “Your suppose is all right, kid!” laughed the blond man. “How many more Chinks did you say there were in Two Sisters canyon?” repeated the Jap.