Just now, however, a deeper problem filled his mind.

Could he locate the fault and correct it before that brush-fringe belched forth painted warriors bent on massacre?
He pushed up his goggles and stepped forward to the motor.
"I put in new spark plugs just the other day," Johnny volunteered helpfully.

"Maybe a connection worked loose--or something." He got up on the side opposite Bland, meaning to help, but Bland would have none of his assistance.
"Say, f'r cat's sake, keep a watch out for Injuns and leave me alone! I can locate the trouble all right, if I don't have to hang on to my skelp with both hands.

You got a gun ?" "Yeah.

Back in Tucson I have," Johnny suppressed a grin.