He would make it worth his while to land.

He would do great things for Johnny--he would make him rich.
From five thousand feet Johnny volplaned steeply to four thousand, and Schwab's sentences became disconnected phrases that ended mostly in exclamation points.

So pleased was Johnny with the effect that he flew in scallops from there on--not unmindful of the two scouting planes that picked him up when he recrossed the line and dogged him from there on.
"I suppose," snorted Johnny to the Thunder Bird, "they think they're about the only real flyers in the air this morning.

What?
Can't you show 'em an Arizona sample of flying?
What you loafing for?
Think you're heading a funeral?
Well, now, this is just about the proudest moment you've spent for quite some time.

This man Schwab---he craves excitement.