"Thought she would.

Walking twenty miles ain't no sunshine, if you ask me.

Better have the tank full-up, bo.
It's always safer." A suppressed jubilance such as had seized and held him when he first beheld the disabled airplane in the desert valley, filled Johnny now.

As he climbed up and filled the tank his lips were pursed into a soundless whistle, his eyes were wide and shining, his whole tanned face glowed.
Bland Halliday regarded him curiously, his opaque blue eyes shifting inquiringly to Mary V, halted at a sufficient distance to take a picture.
They were very young, these two--wholly inexperienced in the byways of life, confident, with the supreme assurance of ignorance.

It had been a queer idea, hiding the gasoline; and threatened to be awkward, since Bland was practically helpless out here in the sand and rocks.