Come on." We went round to the end of the structure, whatever it might be, and presently came to another.

Again we went on and came to another, all of them being berthed exactly in line.
"What did I tell you ?" said Bickley in a voice of triumph.

"A whole garage full, a regular fleet of aeroplanes!" "That must be nonsense," said Bastin, "for I am quite sure that these Orofenans cannot make such things.

Indeed they have no metal, and even cut the throats of pigs with wooden knives." Now I began to walk forward, bearing to the left so as to regain our former line.

We could do nothing with these metal skeletons, and I felt that there must be more to find beyond.