Maybe we could both crowd into the front seat, and let Bland pilot the machine.

Then--" "I abso-_lutely_ will not--fly with--Bland Halliday! If you won't take me home, I'll walk!" Mary V pinched in her lips, which meant stubbornness.
Johnny heaved a sigh.

"Oh, shoot! I'm game to tackle it if you are.

Far as I'm personally concerned, _I know I can fly_." His lips, too, set themselves in the line of stubbornness.

And he added with perfect seriousness, "It ain't half as hard as topping a bronk." He glanced back, saw that Bland had gone into the cleft, and hurried on to where he had buried the gasoline in the sand behind a jagged splinter of rock in a shallow niche.
"Well, the Jane changed her mind, did she ?" Bland commented when Johnny arrived at the plane with the gas.