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to meet an enemy, with a primitive prickling where the bristles
used to rise on the necks of our cavemen ancestors.
CHAPTER TWO
AND THE CAT CAME BACK
"Why, hello, Bland," Johnny exclaimed after the first blank silence. "I
thought you was tied up in a sack and throwed into the pond long ago!"

The visitor grinned with a sour droop to his mouth, a droop which
Johnny knew of old. "But the cat came back," he followed the simile,
blinking at Johnny with his pale, opaque blue eyes. "What yuh doing
here? Starting an aviation school?"
"Yeah. Free instruction. Want a lesson?" Johnny retorted, only half the
sarcasm intended for Bland; the rest going to the town that had failed to
disgorge a buyer for what he had to sell.
"Aw, I suppose you think you could give me lessons, now you've
learned to do a little straightaway flying without landing on your tail,"
Bland fleered, with the impatience of the seasoned flyer for the novice
who thinks well of himself and his newly acquired skill. "Say, that was
some bump you give yourself on the dome when we lit over there in
that sand patch. I tried to tell yuh that sand looked loose--"
"Yes, you did--not! You was scared stiff. Your face looked like the
inside of a raw bacon rind!"
"Sure, I was scared. So would you of been if you'd a known as much
about it as I knew. I knew we was due to pile up, when you grabbed the
control away from me. You'll make a flyer, all right--and a good one, if
yuh last long enough. But you can't learn it all in a day, bo--take it from
me. Anyway, I got no kick to make. It was you and the plane that got
the bumps. All I done was bite my tongue half off!"
Boy that he was, Johnny laughed over this. The idea of Bland biting his
tongue tickled him and served to blur his antagonism for the tricky
aviator who had played so large a part in his salvaging of this very
airplane.
"Uh course you'll laugh--but you wasn't laughing then. I'll say you
wasn't. I thought you was croaked. Cost something to repair the plane,
too. I'm saying it did. Had to have a new propeller, and a new
crank-case for the motor--cost the old man at the ranch close to three
hundred dollars before I turned her over to him, ready to take the air
again. That's including what he paid me, of course. But I guess you
know what it cost, when he handed you the bill."

This was news to Johnny, news that made his soul squirm. Lying there
sick at the Rolling R ranch, he had not known what was taking place.
He had found his airplane ready to fly, when he was at last able to walk
out to the corrals, but no one seemed to know how much the repairing
had cost. Certainly Sudden Selmer himself had suffered a lapse of
memory on the subject. All the more reason then why Johnny should
repay his debt.
"What I'm wondering about is why you aren't in Los Angeles," he
evaded the unpleasant subject awkwardly. "Old Sudden gave you
money to go, and dumped you at the depot, didn't he? That's what Mary
V told me."
"He did--and I missed my train. And while I was waiting for the next I
must 'a' et something poison. I was awful sick. I guess it was ten days
or so before I come to enough to know where I was. I've had hard luck,
bo--I'll say I have. I was robbed while I was sick, and only for a
tambourine queen I got acquainted with, I guess I'd 'a' died. They're
treacherous as hell, though. Long as she thought I had money--oh, well,
they's no use expecting kindness in this world. Or gratitude. I'm always
helpin' folks out and gittin' kicked and cussed for my pay. Lookit the
way I lived with snakes and lizards--lived in a cave, like a coyote!--to
help you git this plane in shape. You was to take me to Los for pay--but
I ain't there yet. I'm stuck here, sick and hungry--I ain't et a mouthful
since last night, and then I only had a dish of sour beans that damn'
Mex. hussy handed out to me through a window! Me, Bland Halliday, a
flyer that has made his hundreds doing exhibition work; that has had
his picture on the front page of big city papers, and folks followin' him
down the street just to get a look at him! Me--why, a yellow dawg has
got the edge on me for luck! I might better be dead--" His loose lips
quivered. Tears of