That's as much as they know, the ignorant boobs.

Why, they couldn't tell an aileron from an elevator if it was to save their lives!--and still they think I'm crazy and don't know anything.

Why, darn 'em, they'll _pay money_ some day to see me fly! Boy, I'd like to circle over this ranch at about three or four thousand feet, and then do a loop or two and volplane right down _at_ 'em! Gosh, they'd be hunting holes to crawl into before I was through with 'em! I will, too--" Johnny went off into a pet daydream and was almost happy for a little while.

Some day the Rolling R boys would be telling with pride how they used to know Johnny Jewel, the wonderful birdman that had his picture in all the papers and was getting thousands of dollars for exhibition flights.

Tex, Aleck, Bud, Bill--Mary V, too, gol darn her!--would go around bragging just because they used to know him! And right then he'd sure play even for some of the insults they were handing him now.
"Mary V Selmer?
Let's see--the name sounds familiar, somehow.