The last few yards he took in a run, and vaulted into the saddle without touching the stirrups at all.

Even that did not seem to ease him quite.

So he gave a whoop that echoed and re-echoed from the rock walls and made Sandy squat, lay back his ears, and shake his head violently.
At the mouth of the hidden nook Johnny turned to take a last, gloating survey of the place in the deepening dusk.

"She sure will make one bird of a hangar!" he told Sandy glowingly.

"Golly! Oh, good _golly_!".