He said nothing, therefore, but strove to squeeze what bliss remained for him in the next minutes, distressingly few though they were.
As it happened, Bland did not know the topography of Sinkhole as did Johnny, and in the still air the flour sack did not flutter.

Bland was in a fair way to fly too far.

Johnny knew they were much too high to land at the cleft unless they did an abrupt dive, and he did not quite like the prospect.

He let Bland go on, then daringly banked and circled.

Bland had done it, half a dozen times--so why not Johnny?
Luck was with him--or perhaps his sense of balance was true.