He reached for his "makings" and rolled a cigarette which he smoked with no more than one arm and his head exposed to the clamminess of the atmosphere.
He ought to return to the Thunder Bird by daylight, he mused, but he did not know how to get there.

He needed Bland for pilot, but he did not know where to find Bland.

Now that he came to consider finding people and places, it occurred to him that neither did he know where to find Cliff Lowell.

Thinking of him made Johnny wonder what kind of news gathering it was that could make it worth a thousand dollars a week to a man to have a swift, secret means of locomotion at his command.

It had sounded plausible enough last night, but now he was not so sure of it.