And Bland watched his face as a hungry dog watches for flung scraps of food.
"Aw, come on, bo! F'r cat's sake let's get to a regular town where we got a chance to make real money! Why--think of it! We can start now, and with luck we can sleep in Los Angeles to-night.

And it won't be hot like it is here, and you can git a decent meal and see a decent show while you put yourself outside it.

And," he added artfully, giving the propeller a pull, "the Thunder Bird is achin' to fly.

Look underneath, bo.

I've got her name painted on the under side, too, so she'll holler her name like a honkin' goose as she flies.