But he don't know the flying game, and his advice wouldn't be worth the breath he'd use giving it.

Perhaps I am conceited and swell-headed and a few other things, but I am perfectly willing to take a chance on my own judgment for awhile yet, anyway.

When I do need advice, I'll know where to go." "To Bland Halliday, I suppose!" Mary V took away her arm and stood back from him.

"You'd take a tramp's advice before you would my father's, would you ?" She pressed her lips together, seeming to hold back with difficulty a storm of reproaches.
"I would, where flying is concerned." Johnny's lips spelled anger to match her own.

"He knows the game, and your father doesn't.