It's Dick's fault I'm out alone.

He lent my mechanician to another chap and nobody else would come with me." "I thought," flashed Diane pointedly, "I thought your mechanician was somewhere in a tree." The aviator coughed and reddened uncomfortably.
"Doubtless he is," he said lamely.

"He--he most always is.

Do you know, he spends a large part of his spare time in trees--and swamps--and once, I believe, he was discovered in a chimney.

I--I'd like to tell you more about him," he went on affably.