Before its light touched the earth the Thunder Bird was bathed in its glow.
Cliff's profile emerged clear-cut from the dusk as he gazed toward the east.

Johnny, too, glanced that way, but he was not thinking then of the wonderful effect of the rising moon upon the drifting world below.
He was wondering just why this trip to-night should be so important to Cliff.
It would not be the first time that Johnny had gone ahead with his eyes shut, but that is not saying he would not have preferred travelling with them open.

His lips were set so stubbornly that the three tiny dimples appeared in his chin,--his stubborn-mule chin, Mary V had once called it,--and his eyes were big and round and solemn.

Mary V seeing him then would surely have asked herself, "What, for gracious sake, is Johnny up to now ?" But Mary V was not present, and Cliff Lowell was fully absorbed in his own thoughts and purposes; wherefore Johnny's ominous expression went unnoticed.
In the moonlight the notched ridge showed clear, and toward it the Thunder Bird went booming steadily, as ducks fly south with the first storm wind of November.

A twinkling light just under the notch showed that Cliff's allies were at home, whether they expected him or not.
Johnny veered slightly, pointing the Thunder Bird's nose straight toward the light.
Cliff half turned, handing something back over his shoulder.
"Can you drop this for me, old man, when we are almost over the hacienda?
The fuse is lighted, and I'm afraid I might heave it on to the wing and set us afire." Johnny heard only about half of what Cliff was saying, but he understood what was wanted and took the bomb-like contraption and balanced it in his hand.