Lookit the way I lived with snakes and lizards--lived in a cave, like a coyote!--to help you git this plane in shape.

You was to take me to Los for pay--but I ain't there yet.

I'm stuck here, sick and hungry--I ain't et a mouthful since last night, and then I only had a dish of sour beans that damn' Mex.

hussy handed out to me through a window! Me, Bland Halliday, a flyer that has made his hundreds doing exhibition work; that has had his picture on the front page of big city papers, and folks followin' him down the street just to get a look at him! Me--why, a yellow dawg has got the edge on me for luck! I might better be dead--" His loose lips quivered.

Tears of self-pity welled up into his pale blue eyes.