Aviators--come high.

I prefer just plain, old-fashioned riders." He paused, quite evidently waiting to hear what Johnny had to say.

But Johnny did not seem to have anything at all to say, so Sudden spoke again.
"How about the horses down at Sinkhole?
Are they broken to aeroplane herding, or have they all stampeded like these up here ?" Here was escape, reprieve, an excuse that might save him.

Johnny hesitated just long enough to draw his breath deeply, as a man does before diving into cold water.
"They haven't stampeded.

I never had the plane in the air till this morning, and then I flew--toward the ranch.