A minute later Bland followed, looking extremely foolish.
"That's a hell of a way to land!" Johnny snorted.

"What kinda pilot are you, for gosh sake ?" "Aw, how was I to know they'd went and planted this field to beans?
I been away a year, almost.

It was a good field when I was here before.
Come on and let's turn her back, bo, before all the cylinders is full of oil." Then Bland added with a surprising optimism in one so given to complaining, "We're here, and we ain't hurt, and Los Angeles is just back there a ways.

I'm satisfied." "Yes, and we shelled the beans--that's something more," Johnny sarcastically added to the sum of their blessings.
With some labor they turned the Thunder Bird right side up.

It was too dark to estimate the damage, and Bland suggested that they catch a street car and ride into town.