One wing had barely escaped damage with the tilting of the machine, and the near-catastrophe chilled them both with the memory of a certain other forced landing which had not ended so harmlessly.

They climbed down soberly and inspected the landing gear.
"Well, that can be fixed," Bland stated in the tone of one who is grateful that worse has not befallen.

"I'll say it was a close shave, though, bo." "I'll try and straighten the axle, while you see what ails that cussed motor.

Good golly! We'll be here all night at this rate.

And if we keep on hopping over this field like a lame crow, we'll be plumb outa gas.