"Goes to prove I was right, don't it?
Didn't I say there was big money in flyin' ?" He held out a roll of bills tied with a string; a roll big as Johnny's wrist.

Johnny looked at it, looked into Eland's lean, grimy face queerly.

"Good golly!" he said in a hushed tone, and that was the first normal, Johnny-Jewel phrase he had spoken for six days.
"Well, there's plenty to see yuh through, if you want to try the Coast," Bland urged, watching Johnny's face avidly.

"Way they done yuh dirt here, bo, I couldn't git out quick enough, if it was me.

I'll say I couldn't.