The little wheels touched the ground, spurned it, touched again and came spinning toward them, reminding Johnny again of a lighting plover.

The propeller revolved slower and slower, stopped at a rakish angle.

Mary V felt the trembling of Johnny's arm as he pulled loose from her and went up to steady the machine to its final stand.
Bland Halliday pushed up his goggles.

"She's runnin' like a new watch," he announced.

"Juh get a picture ?" This last to Mary V.
She shook her head, refusing to explain the omission.