That flyin' machine goes into Mexico, that's los' by law.
Sal--what you call--oh!" He snapped his fingers as men do when trying to recall a word.

"She cos' me fi' dollar, that word! Jus' minute--it's like wreck on ocean, that is left and somebody brings it--" "Salvage ?" Johnny jerked the word out abruptly.
"That's him! Salvage.

Belongs anybody that finds.

Mexico, she's foreign countree.

She could take; it's hers if she want.