Which way--" "She went east.

Damn yuh, don't yuh stand there talking back to me, or I'll--" "Oh, go to--war," said Johnny sullenly, and hitched the propeller to a better balance on his shoulder, and went striding back whence he had come.
He had not meant to crow.

He knew perfectly well what harm he had wrought.

He was doing what he could to undo that harm, and he was at that high pitch of self-torment when the lash of another was unbearable.

He did not want to quarrel with the boss, but no human being could have reproached Johnny then without receiving some of the bitterness which filled Johnny's soul.
He routed Bland out of nap and commanded him to make ready for another flight.