Johnny cast a suspicious eye down at him, and Cliff held up the package.
"I want to take this along--rockets; to let them know we're coming.
Then they'll have flares for us to land by." "Been planning on some night-riding, hunh ?" "Naturally; I would plan for every contingency that could possibly arise." "Hunh.

That covers them planes that have been line-riding over this way, too, I reckon." Johnny climbed down and prepared to pump a little more air into one tire.
"Possibly.

Don't let those airplanes worry you, old man.

They have to catch us, you know." "No?
I ain't worrying about 'em.

The one that does the thinking on this job can do the worrying.