Just who and what was the fellow, anyway?
Something more than a high-class newspaper man, Johnny suspected.
That cabin, for instance, might have been built and the surroundings ordered to suit their purpose.

It was a commonplace cabin, set against a hill rock-hewn and rugged, with a queer, double-pointed top like twin steeples tumbled by an earthquake; or like two "sheep herders' monuments" built painstakingly by giants.

The lower slope of the hill was grassy, with scattered live oaks and here and there a huge bowlder.
It was one of these live oaks, the biggest of them all, with wide-spreading branches drooping almost to the ground, that Cliff pointed out as an excellent concealment for an airplane.
"Run it under there, and who would ever suspect?
Mateo is there already with his woman and the kiddies.

Has it ever occurred to you, old man, how thoroughly disarming a woman and kiddies are in any enterprise that requires secrecy ?" "Can't say it has.

It has occurred to me that kids are the limit for blabbing things.