The money in his possession ceased to give him any little glow of pleasure.

Instead, his face grew all at once hot with shame and humiliation.

It was not honest money, although he had earned it honestly enough.

If it had been honest money, why should those soldiers go riding through the valleys, looking for him and his plane?
It was not for the pleasure of saying howdy, if Johnny might judge from the hard-eyed glances of that one who had stopped in plain view.
It was not honest money that he had been taking.

Why, even the kids out there knew it was not honest! Look at Rosa, playing shrewdly her part of dumb shyness in the presence of strangers--and she thinking all the while how best she could lie to them, the little imp! It was not the first time she had shown her shrewdness.