We can come down somewheres else." He clawed back and climbed in feverishly.
Johnny emitted a convulsive snort.

"Death trap" sounded very funny, applied to this particular bit of harmless landscape.

Behind him, Bland was imploring him to hurry, and Johnny climbed in.
"You let me pilot the thing," he ordered.

"I know Injuns.

I still have hopes of saving our lives, Bland.