concern themselves at present over that point. It would be some time
before the issue need be faced, judging from Johnny's present prospects.




CHAPTER THREE

JOHNNY WOULD DO STUNTS

Bland woke him, just as day was coming. A new Bland, fresh
shaven,--with Johnny's razor,--and with a certain languid animation in
his manner that was in sharp contrast to his extreme dejection of the
night before.

"Thought I'd come out and see if you was going to make a flight this
morning," he said. "It's a good morning for it, bo. How's she
working, these days? Old man at the ranch wouldn't let me try her out
after I'd fixed her up; said you was too sick to have the motor going.
So I couldn't be sure I'd made a good job of it. Give you any trouble?"

Johnny sat up and knuckled his eyes, his mouth wide open in a capital
O. It seemed to him that Bland had his nerve, and he guessed shrewdly
that the aviator was simply making sure of his breakfast. When cats
come back they have a fashion of hanging around the kitchen, he
remembered. Oh, well, there was nothing to be gained by being nasty
and even Bland's company was better than none.

"Hey, ain't yuh awake yet? I asked yuh how the motor's acting."