You'll have to work the gawd stuff, bo, and work it right.

Because if I start tearing into the hull ignition system, we ain't going to be able to hop outa here at a minute's notice, nor even start the motor and buzz at 'em." "Fly at it," said Johnny, eyeing the huts speculatively.

He was hungry, and certain odors floated to his nostrils.

Something left cooking over a fire was beginning to scorch, if his nose told the truth, and it seemed a shame to let food burn when his stomach clamored to be filled.
With Bland watching him nervously, he crossed the little open space and entered the hut nearest, presently emerging with two flat cakes in his hand.

Another hut yielded a pot of stew which he thought it wise not to analyze too closely.