Do you realize that you rode _seventy-five miles_, the way you came?
And it's pretty rough country to land on, if you ran out of gas." She gave Johnny another kick, which Bland could not observe because of the wing they were leaning against.
Bland's mouth pulled down at the corners.

"I _told_ yuh we needed more gas," he complained.

"Where'd you git the idea of packing gas in a tin cup to run an airplane on ?" "Where'd you get the idea we could pack a fifty-gallon drum on horseback ?" Johnny retorted.

"Believe me, you're lucky to get any at all!" "I'll say this is some country!" Bland observed sourly.

"Here we are--all ready to go--and not enough gas to take us to the railroad, even! Well, get in.