CHAPTER EIGHT.
SUDDEN MUST DO SOMETHING "I been thinking, bo, what we better do." Bland climbed down from the motor and approached Johnny eagerly, casting suspicious glances here and there lest eavesdroppers be near.

That air of secrecy was a habit with Bland, yet it never quite failed to impress Johnny and lend weight to Bland's utterances.

Now, having been put on the defensive by Mary V, he was more than ever inclined to listen.
"Shoot," he said glumly, and sent a resentful glance back at the house.
At least, Bland showed some interest in his welfare, he thought, and regretted that it had not occurred to him to tell Mary V that and see how she would take it.
"Well, bo, all this limelight stuff is playing right into your mitt.

I didn't spill who I was to them news hounds, and I don't have to.

I let you take all the foreground.