“You landed pretty hard last night, I hear.”

“Why—­yes, I guess I did.  It looked to me around here last night as though I had fallen down bad.”

“And what has made you so cheerful this morning?” Captain Riley actually grinned at Johnny.  He could afford to, since Johnny was not in service and therefore need not be reminded constantly of the difference between officer and man.

“I dunno—­unless maybe it’s because the worst is done and can’t be helped, so there’s no use worrying about it.”

“Well, I can’t agree with you, young man.  You may possibly do worse to-day.  Last night, for instance, you brought in a man who has been very much wanted by the government.  We did not know that he was the man until you landed with him, but certain papers he carried furnished what proof we needed.  You spoke of another—­a man named Schwab.  Now I am not going to ask you to bring him in.  He is in Mexico, and the laws of neutrality must be preserved.  I shall have nothing whatever to do with the matter.  I wish he were on this side, though.  There’s quite a good-sized reward offered for his arrest—­in case he ever does get back on our side of the line.”

“Mhm-hmh—­I—­see,” said Johnny, in his best, round-eyed judicial manner.

“Yes.  He’s a criminal of several sorts, among them the crime of meddling with the government.  He’s over there now—­where he can do the most harm.

“Y-ess—­he’s over there—­now,” Johnny agreed guardedly.

“However, I can’t send you over after him, I am sorry to say.  It is impossible.  If ever he comes back, though—­”

“He’d be welcome,” Johnny finished with a grin.

“We’d never part with him again,” the captain agreed cheerfully.  “Well, that Thunder Bird plane of yours had quite a jolt, from the report.  You cracked the crank-case for one thing, and broke the tail.  I had the plane run in and repaired last night, so it’s all ready now for you to go up.  We really are much in your debt for bringing in this man Lowell; though your manner of doing it was rather unusual, I must admit.  Are you—­er—­ready to fly?”

“Fly where?” Johnny nerved himself to ask, though he knew well enough where he intended to fly.

“Fly away from North Island,” smiled Captain Riley, who was not to be caught.  “Civilian planes are not permitted here.”

“If I come back would I be shot at?”

“Oh, no—­I think not, so long as you come peacefully.”

“I’ll come peacefully all right; what I’m wondering now is, will the other fellow?” Johnny looked toward the door suggestively.

Captain Riley laughed and rose to his feet.  “Young man, you seem to know a sure way of making men peaceful!  They tell me that Cliff Lowell came to himself about two o’clock this morning.  For awhile they thought you had finished him.”

“Well, it’s time all good flyers were in the air; I’ll go with you and see you start.  I’m rather curious over that Thunder Bird of yours.  I want a look at her.”