He had a hunch they'd make for here." He turned to Johnny with a grin.

"Pretty cute, young man--but the old man's cuter.

Every town within flying distance has been notified to look out for you and stop you.

Your wings," he added, "is clipped." Johnny opened his mouth for bitter retort, but thought better of it.
Nothing could be gained by arguing with the law.

He whirled instead on Bland and the three reporters, standing just within the open door.
"What the hell are you doing here ?" he demanded hotly.