Is he over to the flying-machine shed ?" Bland lied, and promised again that he would try and find Johnny and tell him to hurry to a telephone.

Bland had shaved seconds off every minute thereafter, getting through with his errand and back to the hangar.

He had expected to be followed out there, and he was in a secret agony of haste which he betrayed in every move he made.
But Johnny was himself in a hurry to be gone, and excitement over the adventure and a troubled sense of running away occupied his mind so that he gave little heed to Bland.

He climbed in, and Bland raised his two arms to the propeller blade and waited with visible impatience for the word.

He had that word.