Back there at Sinkhole you was damn generous with the artillery--there where you had no use for it.

Now you fly into Injun country without so much as a sharp idea.

Bo, you give me a pain!" Johnny spied an Indian peering fearfully out from the branches of a willow.

He ducked behind the motor and hissed the news to Bland.
Bland nearly fell from his perch.
"Gawd!" he gasped, clinging to a strut while he stared fascinatedly in the direction Johnny had indicated.

"Git in, bo, and we'll beat it.
She may have power enough to hop us outa this death trap.