He ate, therefore, washed his few dishes and went straight to bed.

And although he lay for a long while looking at his trouble through the magnifying glass of worry, he did sleep finally--and without one definite plan for the morrow.
Half an hour before dawn, Johnny went stumbling along the ledge to the cleft.

On his broad shoulder was balanced the propeller.

On his face was a look of fixed determination.

He scared Bland Halliday out of a sleep in which his dreams were all of a certain cabaret in Los Angeles--dreams which made Bland's waking all the more disagreeable.