All it takes is a little nerve--and ten dollars." "Shut up!" growled Johnny.

"Don't be a darned boob." The boys looked at one another uncertainly.

It might be some obscure joke of Bland's, and they were wary.
"Fly where ?" Bud guardedly sought information.
"Anywheres.

Just a circle or two, to show yuh how this ranch looks to a chicken hawk, and down again," Bland persisted, in spite of Johnny.
"Yeah--it's that _down again_ I wouldn't much hanker for," Aleck put in.

"I seen how you and Skyrider come down, once." "That there was him learnin' not to pick nice, deep, soft sand for a landin'," Bland explained equably, glancing up to where Johnny was painting a somewhat wobbly B.