I'm paid to fly." Johnny laughed sourly as he glanced up from where he squatted beside the wheel.
"Let it go at that.

Are you about ready?
It will be dark in another half hour--dark enough to fly, at least." Cliff was moving about restlessly in the gloom under the tree.

For all his earlier exhilaration he seemed nervous, in haste to be done.
"You said moonlight," Johnny reminded him, putting away the pump.
"I know, but it's best to get out of here and over the line in the dark, I think.

The moon will be up in less than an hour.

Be ready to leave in half an hour--and don't start the motor until the very last minute.