"I'll be glad to see you again--and, by the way, I'm just keeping that money until you call for it." Johnny climbed in and settled himself, then leaned over the edge where the bullet had nicked so that his words would not carry to the man waiting to crank the motor.
"I'll call for that money in about two hours," he said.

"I ain't saying good-by, Captain.

I'll see yuh later." Captain Riley stood smiling to himself while he watched the Thunder Bird take the air.

That it took the air smoothly, spiraling upward as gracefully as any of his young flyers could do, did not escape him.
Nor did the steadiness with which it finally swung away to the southeast.
"That boy's a born flyer," he observed to his favorite first lieutenant, who just happened to be standing near.

"They say he never has had any training under an instructor.