But things always turned out the right way, give them time enough.

The kid was filling the tank--at present Bland asked no more of the gods than that.
His sour lips drew up at the corners, as they had done when Johnny had made him the proposition in Agua Dulce.

Mary V closed her camera and came toward them, walking springily through the sand, looking more than ever like a slim boy in her riding breeches and boots.
"All right.

You lend Miss Selmer your goggles and cap, Bland.

You won't need 'em yourself till I get back." "Till you--what ?" "Till I get back.