Can't you hear him holler for thrills?
And don't you reckon that Captain Riley will be cocking an eye up at the sky about now, looking to see you come back.

Come, come--shake a wing, here, and show 'em what you're good for!" Whether the Thunder Bird heard and actually did shake a wing does not matter.

Johnny remembered that he had yet some miles to fly, and proceeded to put those miles behind him in as straight a line as possible.

Schwab's voice came back to him in snatches, though the words were mostly foreign to Johnny's ears.

Schwab seemed to be indulging in expletives of some sort.
"Don't worry, sauerkraut, we'll show you a good time soon as we get along a few miles.