We'd better take grub and water in case of accidents.

You know what happened to the poor devils that lost this plane in the first place, before I got it." Bland's jaw went slack.

Los Angeles, that had seemed so near, wavered and receded like a fading mirage.

What had happened to those who had abandoned the plane where Johnny had found it was a horror Bland disliked to contemplate; a horror of thirst and crazed wanderings over hot Band and through parched greasewood, with lizards and snakes for company.
"There can't be any accidents, bo," he said uneasily.

"I've went over the motor careful, and we oughta make it with about two stops for gas and oil.