"Still nuts over it--I'll say you are," he grunted.

"You wait till you've been in the game long as I have, bo." With a blanket and pillow bought on his way through the town, Johnny disposed himself for the night under the nose of the plane with the wheels of the landing gear at his back.

He was not by nature a suspicious young man, but he knew Bland Halliday; and to know Bland was to distrust him.
He felt that he was taking a necessary precaution, now that he knew Bland was in Tucson.

With the landing gear behind him, no one could move the airplane in the night without first moving him.
Now that he thought of it, Bland had been left fifty miles farther down the line, to catch his train.

Tucson was a perfectly illogical place for him to be in, even for the purpose of carousing.