Clouds favored him when he crossed the boundary, hiding him altogether from the earth.

Indeed, they caused him to lose himself for a minute, so that when he dropped down below the strata of vapor he was already nearly over the double-pointed hill that was his landmark.

But Cliff did not notice, and a little judicious manoeuvering brought him into the little valley and headed straight for the oak, easily identified because Mateo was standing directly in front of it waving a large white cloth.
They landed smoothly and stopped exactly where Johnny had planned to stop.

He climbed out, Cliff following more awkwardly, and the three of them wheeled the Thunder Bird under the oak where it was completely hidden.
It was not until he had come out again into the warm sunshine of mid-morning that Johnny observed how the kiddies were playing their part.

They had a curious little homemade wheelbarrow rigged, and were trundling it solemnly up and down and over and around the single mark made by the tail drag.