They watched it swing and come back, taking the air easily, thrumming its high, triumphant note.

They tilted heads backward and followed it as Johnny circled, getting his altitude.

They squinted into the sun to see the plane head straight away toward the Rolling R, its little wheels looking very much like the tucked-up feet of some gigantic bird, until it had dwindled to the rigid, dragon-fly outline.
"He's got nerve, that kid!" the sandy-haired one declared to his fellows.

"Didn't care a whoop for publicity--did you fellows get that?
I'd been wondering if it wasn't some frame-up, but it's on the level.
That boy couldn't frame anything." "Not with those eyes," a sallow companion agreed.

"I seem to know that other bird.