His tone was the long of stern authority.
"Can't be done! The Thunder Bird's took the bit in her teeth.

I'm just riding' and whippin' down both sides!" Johnny laughed aloud, Cliff's tone releasing within him a sudden, reckless mood that gloried in the sport of the chase and forgot for a moment its grim meaning.
"Whoo-ee! Go to it, old girl! They gotta go some to put salt on _your_ tail--whoo-ee!" "Are you crazy, man?
Those are government planes! They're probably armed.

They'll get us wherever we cross the line--turn back, I tell you! You're under orders from me, and you'll fly where I tell you! This is no child's play, you fool.

If they get me with what papers--it'll be a firing squad for you if they catch you--don't forget that! Damn you, don't you realize--" "Sit down!" roared Johnny.

"And shut up!" "I won't shut up!" Cliff's eyes, as Johnny saw them facing the moon, looked rather wild.