"I'll bet they've gone after the rest of the bunch, and we don't want to be here when they git back.

I'll say we don't!" Johnny laughed at him while he climbed down.

"We made a dandy landing anyway," he said.

"What ails that darned motor?
She didn't do that yesterday." Bland grunted and straddled out over the edge of the cockpit, keeping an eye slanted toward the brush fringe.

What Johnny did not know about motors would at any other time have stirred him to acrimonious eloquence.