Through a rift in the rock wall a bright yellow beam of sunlight slid kindly along the padded rim of the pilot's pit; touched Johnny's face, too, in passing.
Johnny sighed, stood back and looked long at the whole great sweep of the planes, pulled the smile out of his lips and went back to the cabin.

He wouldn't have time to work on her to-day, he told himself very firmly.

He would have to ride the fences like a son-of-a-gun to make up for lost time.

And look over the horses, too, and ride past that boggy place in the willows.

It would keep him on the jump until sundown.