The speaker at the ranch would assure him that nothing had been left there for him, and the ceremony would be over.
Johnny was fussy about his mail.

He had spent twenty-five dollars for a correspondence course in aviation, and he wanted to begin studying.

He did not know how he could learn to fly by mail, but he was a trustful youth in some ways--he left that for the school to solve for him.
Tomaso rode over again in a few days.

This time he had a mysterious looking kind of wrench in his pocket, and he showed it to Johnny with a glimmer of triumph.
"Me, I'm saw that thing what flies.

Only now it sets.