Turber stood up. "Just sit quiet, Nanette! Hold the arms of your chair; don't be frightened." He went over and stood by Bluntnose. "The exact night--don't mistake it." "No." There was a long period of daylight. Long? It may have been a second or two. Then darkness. Then light again. My heart was pounding. Outside in the corridor I saw the woman Josefa standing against the wall. Darkness outside again. The cabin reeled. It lurched. The humming vibration was gone. I heard Turber's voice: "Good enough! Not much after sunset." We hung in the air; poised over the river. A quiet starlight night. Early evening. The aero's horizontal propellers were whirling; I could hear their throb. We sank gently to the ground, with the depths of the forest about us and the starlit river near by. CHAPTER XI THE ESCAPE Nanette and I sat quiet. The figure of Josefa had disappeared from the corridor. Turber had gone out hastily with a command to Nanette and me. "Don't move. Stay in your chairs." We were alone in the control room, except for the Indian, Bluntnose. He had ignored us throughout the trip, but he was not ignoring us now. He stood a few feet away, like a statue in the gloom, watching us closely. A tomahawk was hung at his belt; a modern automatic revolver was in his hand. The aero, inside and out, was in confusion. The tramp of feet; a babble of voices. Through the windows I could see a dark forest glade with the yellow light of a camp fire near by. And the glint of a starlit river, with a shadowy cove quite near us. I whispered: "The Indian is watching us, Nanette--we mustn't move." Turber presently came in. A short sword was strapped to his belt; and a revolver in a holster. "Good news," he said. "It's coming! They're bringing it by water from up the river." The Indian grunted. "It will take several hours, Bluntnose. But the first of it is almost here--a canoe is in sight." He was jubilant. He dashed away, but I called to him. "Dr. Turber." He came back. "Let us go out and see it," I said. "What is it? Your treasure?" "Yes." He hesitated. "Nanette--if only you could see this added wealth coming to us now!" "I'd like to go out," she said. I could feel her fingers tighten on my arm. Turber spoke to Bluntnose. The fellow Jonas appeared in the corridor. He called excitedly: "The first canoe is very nearly landing, Wolf Turber. There's another in sight. Are you coming?" Turber hastened away. I urged the Indian: "Let us go out and see it." "Come, then." He shoved us before him, down the corridor to the main side doorway. I did not see Josefa. "Careful, Nanette." I helped her down the small ladder. Bluntnose was very watchful. He said: "Sit over there. Don't move."