Tell them to scatter out, but keep the general airline to the ranch.

We'll start in from here.

And for Lord's sake, baby, don't look like that! We'll find him--and the chances are he's all right; maybe landed for some little repair or something.

Now hurry along, if you expect to go with me, because I won't wait a minute." Mary V looked at her dad, standing there grease-smudged and calm and capable, and half the terror went out of her eyes to leave room for hope.

Her dad had such a way of gathering up the threads of logic and drawing them firmly into coherent action--just as a skilled driver would take the slack reins of a runaway team and pull them down to a steady pace.