But he makes it worth a whole lot to me to get him, just the same.

He knows darn well if I don't I'll never dare to go back, and he'll be over seven thousand dollars better off." Johnny, you will observe, had quite forgotten that receipt in his pocket, which Captain Riley might find it hard to explain if he attempted to withhold the money.
His doubt of the Captain increased when, looking back, he spied two swift scouting planes scudding along a mile or two behind him.

That they might be considered a guard of honor rather than spies sent out to see that he did not play false never occurred to him.
"Aw, you think maybe I won't do it!" he snorted angrily, his young vanity hurt.

"All right, tag along and be darned.

I'll have Schwab and be flying back again before you can bank around to fly hack and tattle where I went.