"O--o--h, aw-righ!" yawned Johnny, blinking around for his boots. "I
ain't been flying much. Just flew over here from the ranch, and a
little circle now and then when something come along that looked like
money. I wanted to keep her in good shape in case the gover'ment--"

"Trying to sell it back to the gover'ment, huh? I coulda told yuh, bo,
they wouldn't take it as a gift. She's a back number now--a has-been,
from the gover'ment viewpoint. Why don't you keep it? What yuh want
to sell it for, f'r cat's sake? She's a gold mine if you know how to
work it, bo--take it from me."

"Well, I wish to thunder you'd show me the gold, then," Johnny retorted
crossly, pulling on his boots.

"Lend us a smoke, will yuh, old top? The money's here, all right, if
yuh just know how to get it out. And flying for the gover'ment ain't
the way. I'll say a man's got to be his own boss if he wants to pull
down real money. Long as you're workin' for somebody else, he's
getting the velvet. You ain't, believe me. And the gover'ment as a
boss--"

"Well, good golly, come to the point!" snapped Johnny. "How can I make
money with this plane?" He gave it a disgruntled look, and turned to
Bland. "She's a bird of a millionaire's toy, if you ask me," he said.
"She's a fiend for gas and oil, and every time you turn 'er around
there's some darned thing to be fixed or replaced. I'm about broke,
trying to keep her up till I can sell out. It's coffee and sinkers for
you, old timer, if you're going to eat on me. Another meal like you
had last night, and we'll both have to skip a few in order to buy gas
to joy-ride some cheap sport that lets on he's thinking of buying. I