"Say, where do you get that idea--him flyin' after one lesson?
Gee, you must think flyin' is like driving a Ford!" "You could go to the shack and 'phone home for some one to come after you," Johnny suggested uncertainly.
"And let them know where I am?
You must be absolutely crazy, if you think I'd consider such a thing.

I'm supposed to be getting 'Desert Glimpses'-- " "Well, you sure got your glimpse," tittered Bland.
Mary V turned her back on him, took Johnny by the arm, and walked him away for private conference.
"You better let him take you home, Mary V.He's all right--for flying.
I've got to hand it to him there." "And give him a chance to steal your aeroplane?
He'd never bring it back.
I know he wouldn't." "He'd have to.

I'd only give him gas enough to make the trip on, and--" "And if he had enough to come back with, he'd have enough to get to the railroad with.

Don't be stupid.

You can take me; couldn't you, now, honest ?" "Well,--I feel as if I could, all right.