“That airplane has simply gone to your head and you can’t look at anything sensibly any more.  If you could, you’d have kicked that miserable Bland Halliday when he came sneaking around—­wanting money and a square meal, and you needn’t deny it, Johnny.  But no, instead of taking the chance that’s given you to make good, you turn up your nose at it because it isn’t spectacular enough to keep you in the limelight as the original Boy Wonder!  And you—­you take that crook, that tramp, that—­that bum as a partner, and imagine you’re going to do wonderful things and get rich and everything!  And you won’t do anything except give that tramp a chance to steal you blind!”

“I didn’t say I’d taken Bland as a partner.  But I may do it, at that—­if my judgment approves of the deal.”

“Your judgment!  Johnny Jewel, you haven’t got any more judgment than a cat!”

This was putting it rather strongly, since Mary V had fully intended to guard her tongue, being careful not to antagonize him.  That heady young man now stood glaring at her in a thoroughly antagonistic manner.  Speech trembled on his lips that would not formulate the scathing rebuke surging within his mind.  He had been called conceited, swell-headed, inconsiderate of others, and now this final insult was heaped upon the full measure of his wrongs, just when he had a clear vision of future achievements that should have dazzled any young woman whose life was to be linked with his.  But Mary V, he reminded himself, could not look beyond her own little desires and whims.  Because she had tried to lay down the law for him and he had failed to obey, she refused to see that he was playing for big stakes and that he could not be expected to throw everything up just because she had been worried over him for a couple of days.  The mere fact that he had not been lost on the desert, as every one supposed he was, could not affect his plans for the future, though Mary V seemed to think that it should.

“Well, since that is the way you feel toward me, I may as well drift,” he made belated retort in a tone of suppressed wrath.  “I guess it would have been better if I’d stayed away, I’ll remember—­”

“For gracious sake, what does make you so horrid?” Mary V now had one arm crooked around his neck, which he stiffened stubbornly.  With her other hand she was tweaking his ears rather painfully.  “You’re going to stay right here and behave yourself till dad comes, and you’re going to have a talk with him about your affairs before you go doing anything silly.  You know perfectly well that my father’s advice is worth something.  Everybody in the country thinks he has a wonderful brain when it comes to business or anything like that.  He can tell you what you ought to do, Johnny, if you’ll only be sensible and listen to him.”