Almost as if it were alive....
His mind did not tackle the problem further. Ahead he saw Johnny—now it was more than his imagination; Johnny was there, leaping into the air ahead of him.
Burt reached the apex of his flight, cupped his hands and yelled through them:
"Johnny! Johnny!"
"Hi, pop!"
The voice came back faintly, playfully.
"Johnny, when you touch ground next time, turn that switch to the left."
"Naa—I'm having fun."
"When I get you, Johnny...."
"Aw, okay. Kill joy. What a worry wart."