"I know--I know all that," a slender dark fellow with black eyes and a boldly aquiline nose above a square chin interrupted quietly. "I'm willing to fly, I'm willing to stunt. But I gotter have help. I can't sail a bus and parachute drop from it all at the same time--not without crashing my bus, and I ain't going to do that for any fifty dollars a day. Ain't my fault. How'd I know old Boff was going to get sick and quit on me for keeps?" The speaker rammed a hand into his pocket. "Say, wait, I'll do the right thing. You can cancel the whole thing. I'll hand you back the dough you paid for yesterday's work--that'll even up--"