By that time he would maybe have a buyer.

If not, he would have time to decide about exhibition flying.
Johnny did not know that as he went after gas his step was springier than it had been for a long, long while.

He did not know why it was that he whistled while he filled the torpedo-shaped tank--indeed, Johnny did not even know that he whistled, nor that it was the first time since he had worked over his plane down at Sinkhole Camp when all his dreams were bright, and bad luck had not knocked at his door.

Yet he did whistle while he made ready for flight, and his eyes were big and round and eager, said he moved with the impatient energy of a youth going to his favorite game.

These signs Mary V would have recognized immediately; Johnny did not know the signs existed.
Bland helped himself to a pair of new coveralls of Johnny's and tinkered with the motor.