And sit still." Then he called to the languid Mexican who was idly watching him from afar.

"Hey! Come and pull the block away from the wheels." The Mexican came trotting, the silver of the night before clinking in his overalls pocket.

Grinning hopefully, he picked up the post and carried it to one side.

But Johnny was not thinking then of tips.

He let in the motor until the Thunder Bird went teetering around in a wide half circle and scudded down the level stretch, taking the air easily.
"This is an outrage!" Schwab shouted.
"Where are you taking me ?" "Oh, up in the air a ways," Johnny told him, but the roar of the motor so filled Schwab's unaccustomed ears that he could hear nothing else.
And presently his mind became engrossed with something more immediately vital than was his destination.
They were getting too high up, he shouted.