I was led to believe you had actually started for the ranch--in which case I was justified in supposing you had come to grief somewhere en route.

We'll let it go." He cleared his throat, glanced at Johnny from under his eyebrows, took a cigar out of a drawer, and bit off the end.
"Now under the circumstances, I think I have a right to know how you expect to pay that note.

I realize that if I leave the flying machine in your hands it's going to depreciate in value, and the chances are it'll go smash and I'll be out my security.

Don't you think you had better run it under a shed somewhere and go to work?
Of course it's nothing to me, so long as I get my money, just how you earn it.

Working for me you couldn't earn any three thousand dollars in a year--you ain't worth it to anybody.