He did not complain; he left that for times when he was not flying.

Johnny braced himself, rifle ready.

He was sorry then that he was not an expert shot; but he hoped that luck would be with him and make up for what he lacked in skill.
The horses stampeded, carrying the herder with them.

They ran north, in a panic that would keep them going for some time.

As they raced clattering past the camp, Johnny saw four men rise up hastily, their faces turned up to the sky.