It looked almost as though Cliff had expected him and had made ready for him though that could not be so, since not even Johnny himself had known that he was coming to the Coast so soon.

But to have the place all ready, with a man to take charge and all in a few hours, was an amazing accomplishment that filled Johnny with awe.
Cliff Lowell must be a wizard at news-gathering if his talents were to be measured by this particular achievement.
"Well, do you think it will serve ?" Catlike, Cliff had come up behind him.
"Sure it will serve.

If you can think up some way to hide the track of the plane when it lands, it wouldn't be found here in a thousand years.
But of course the marks will show--" "Just what kind of marks ?" "Well, the wheels themselves don't leave much of a track, and the wind fills them quick, anyway.

But the drag digs in.

If you've ever been around a flying field you've noticed what looks like wheel-barrow tracks all over, haven't you?
That's something you can't get away from, wherever you land.