Why?
This ain't bad," Johnny chirped, never looking around.
"Honest to Pete, I'm ready to croak right now! I can loop and I can write my initials in fire on a still night--but damned if I do a nose-dive with nothing but a horse under me.

He--his control's on the blink! He don't balance to suit me.

Aw, say! Lemme walk! Honest--" "And get snake-bit ?" Johnny glanced back and waved his hand airily just as his horse went over like a cat jumping off a fence.

"Come on! Let your horse have his head.

He'll make it." "Me?
I ain't got his head! Sa-ay, where's--" He trailed off into a mumble, speaking always from the viewpoint of a flyer.