G. Harvey Ralphson, Boy Scouts in an Airship; Or, The Warning from the Sky
“ Jimmie was on his feet in an instant. Away off over a parallel ridge to the east, a ridge not so high as the one on which they stood, and which formed only a slight elevation in the general slope, a single light twinkled and swung up and down in the half light between night and morning. "That's the Nelson, all right!" Jimmie declared. "Ned is coming! Good old Ned! Now, what can we do to keep him from being murdered?" the boy added, tearfully."I give it up!" replied Jackson. "All we can do is to give them some signals and tell them to keep away." ”
