Since that day no horse that was present can see a hawk fly overhead without suffering convulsions of terror.
Johnny flew to a certain grassy spot he knew, not half a mile from the house, and landed.

I cannot say that he landed smoothly or expertly, but he landed with no worse mishap than a bent axle on the landing gear, and a squeal from Mary V, who thought they were going to keep on bouncing until they landed in a gully farther on.

Johnny climbed down and turned the plane around by hand, and Mary V helped him.

Then she took a picture of him and the plane, and climbed back and let Johnny take a picture of her in the plane.

It was rather tame, for by all the laws of logic they should have broken their necks.
Before he started back, Johnny leaned over and shouted to Mary V: "You can tell the boys they can sing that Skyrider thing all they want to, now." "They won't want to--now," Mary V yelled back..