He would rather be his own boss and fly when he pleased and where he pleased.

This flying over into Mexico and back looked pretty fishy, come to think of it.

If it was against the law, how did Lowell expect to get away with it?
If it wasn't, why be so darned secret about it?
For three quarters of an hour, perhaps longer, Johnny dismissed the thousand-dollar-a-week job from his mind and waited with rising indignation for Bland.

What had become of the darned little runt?
Here it was nine o'clock, and no sign of him.

The lobby was beginning to wear an atmosphere of sedate bustling to and fro.