He did not side-slip, and he made the turn on a downward incline, which brought them closer to earth.

He sought out the place where Mary V, a tiny wisp of a figure, stood beside the cleft, and flattened out as the ground came rushing up to meet him.
To all intents Johnny made that landing alone, for if Bland helped he did not say so.

Johnny was positive that he had made it himself, and his sense of certainty propelled him whooping to where Mary V stood, her camera once more slanted uselessly in her two hands, her lips set in a line that usually meant trouble for somebody.
"How's that--hunh?
Say, there's nothing like it! Did you get a picture of that landing I made?
Say--" "It seems to me that you are doing all the saying, yourself," Mary V interrupted him unenthusiastically.

"It may be all very nice for you, Johnny Jewel, to go sailing around in an aeroplane.

I suppose it _is_ very nice for you.