Bland turned to Johnny.
"She's O.K., old man.

All we gotta do now is load up and start.

You sure have balled things up by not getting enough gas, though.

How far is it to that tank station--or some other that's closer ?" "There isn't any closer.

I don't know exactly, but--" "It's fifty-seven miles," Mary V fibbed hastily, and reached back a foot to kick Johnny into silence.
"Not air-line ?" "Certainly, air-line.