A ranch, he guessed it, since half the huddle appeared to be sheds and corrals.

A queer place to gather news of international importance, thought Johnny, as he volplaned down toward the spot.

He threw in the motor and was buzzing over the buildings when Cliff unstrapped himself, half rose in his seat and lifted something in his arms.
"Steady," he cried.

"I want to drop this over." Whereupon he heaved it backward so that it would fall clear of the wing, and peered after it through his goggles for a minute.

"You can go home now," he shouted to Johnny, and settled down in his seat with the air of a man who has done his duty and has nothing more on his mind.
Mystified, Johnny spiraled upward until he had his altitude, and started back for the United States.