“Yes, a terrible mess!” Johnny’s voice carried conviction.
“Tell me about it.”
Johnny told of his dilemma, told it as he had never told anything before.
“But why not let me fly you over?” the other suggested simply.
“With your liquid air motor?”
“Why not?”
“Suppose it fails?”
“It won’t fail!”
“Done!” Johnny gripped his hand. “I—I’ll go get Kentucky and-and thanks.”
“Save that for the end of the trip,” the pilot grinned.