Bill had turned the plane a bit to the right as soon as Gordon had announced land and a few minutes later they saw that he had been right. “You win as usual,” Bill laughed. “You mean I’ve got good eyes,” Gordon laughed back. “That’s one thing I am good at,” he chuckled. “I could mention one other thing,” Rogers told him. “And I can add a third,” the Jap declared. “My, but I’m getting all puffed up,” Gordon laughed. “Pretty soon I’ll be thinking I’m some pumpkins.” “It’s a good thing you made me change the direction when you did,” Bill told his brother. “If we had kept on the way we were going I believe we’d have missed it.” “Maybe,” Gordon agreed. By this time they were over the land and Bill slowed down the speed as they knew the city was only a short distance away. “Going to land where we did the other time?” Gordon asked. “Guess that’s as good a place as any if I can find it,” Bill answered. “Then you want to go a bit more to the left.” “Right again.” They could now see the city only a few miles ahead and a few minutes later the plane settled to the ground in the same place they had picked before. CHAPTER X THE JAP’S RETURN Several people had seen the Albatross before it reached the ground and, as on the former occasion, a crowd soon collected about them. This was very annoying to the boys as both were anxious to accompany Rogers and their new friend and see that justice was done him. But to leave the plane unguarded with that crowd about was out of the question. “I’ll stay and watch it,” Gordon volunteered. “Wait a minute,” Rogers told him. “Here comes a policeman. Perhaps we can make a dicker with him.” In this they were successful and for five dollars the officer agreed to stay by the plane and guaranteed that it would be safe. However, to be on the safe side, Bill took the cells and stuck them in his pocket. “No use in taking a chance,” he whispered to Gordon. “That fellow looks honest but you never can tell.” “Better to be careful than sorry,” Gordon whispered back. “Now, then,” Rogers told the Jap as soon as they were away from the crowd, “I think we’d better go straight to the police station and tell our story to the head man. What do you say?” “I agree with you,” the Jap told him. “You know where it is?” “Sure. We can get a car right here that’ll take us to within a block of it. There comes one now. Come on.” They boarded the trolley and a half hour later were asking for the chief in one of the finest police stations the boys had ever seen. They were obliged to wait a few minutes but soon they were ushered into an inner office where a tall man of middle age sat at a desk facing the door. His complexion was very dark and they at once took him for a native, although he spoke perfect English as he addressed them. “And what can I do for you?” he asked pleasantly. It had been agreed that Rogers should act as spokesman and he replied: