I'll send for some, right off.

Let's go.
No use burning gas standing still!" Mary V, her camera sagging in her two hands so that the lens looked at the wheels, gazed wistfully after them as they rose and went humming away toward the rising sun, that had just cleared the jagged rim of mountains and was gilding the ledge behind her.

They climbed and swerved a little to the south, evidently to avoid looking straight into the sun.
Sandy stamped and snorted, tugging at the rope that tied him.

Mary V looked down, away from the diminishing airplane, and gave a shrill cry of dismay.
"Jake! You come back here--_Whoa!_" She stood with her mouth partly open, staring down along the ledge to where Jake, whom she had daringly borrowed again because of his strength and his speed that could bring her to Sinkhole in time to watch the trial flight, was clattering away with broken bridle reins snapping.

Sandy wanted to follow.