His tone was not flattering, and his very frank skepticism ill became a
tramp. But Johnny had plunged, and he swallowed his indignation and
explained with sufficient truth to be convincing. He even confessed that
he could not fly--yet. There was something pathetic in his eagerness and
his trustfulness, though Bland Halliday seemed to miss altogether the
pathos, in his greed for technical details of the damage to the plane,
and a crafty inquisitiveness as to distance and location.
He smoked another of Johnny's cigarettes, stared opaquely at the
sweltering little village and meditated, while Johnny wrapped his parcels
and tied them securely, and waited nervously for the decision.
"I wish I'd happened along before you sent for that stuff," Halliday
remarked at last, flicking Johnny's face with a glance. "I've got a dope
of my own that beats that, any way you take it--and don't cost a quarter
as much. And that linen--I sure would love to cram it down old Abe
Smith's gullet. Say! You got tacks and hammer, and varnish and brushes?
If you're away off from the railroad, as you say you are, all these
things must be laid in before we start work. And what about your oil and
gas? And how's the propeller? Does she show any crack anywhere? How far
is it, anyway? I'd like to look 'er over before I do anything about it.
From all I can see, you don't know what condition the motor's in. How far
is it, anyway? I might go and take a look."
"When you take a look," said Johnny, with a flash of his old spirit,
"it will be with your sleeves rolled up. If you think I'm running a
sight-seeing bus, you'd better tie a can to the thought. My time ain't my
own--yet. I can get by, this trip, because the bronk I'm riding needed
the exercise; or I can say he did, and it will get over. But I don't
expect to be riding in to the railroad every day or so. If I get another
chance in a month, I'll say I'm lucky."
"Well, I'd like to help you out all right. I can see where you're going
to need it, and need it bad. Tell you what I will do, providing it suits
you. I'll go over with you, and take a look at the plane. If it can be
repaired without shipping it into a shop, all right! I'll help you repair
it. You'll learn to fly, all right, on the way to the Coast. That is, if
you've got it in you.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account