If Maloney, or old Anderson, or anybody, wished to borrow a horse, or a dray, or anything about the place, Casey would let them have it with pleasure, and tell them not to be in a hurry about returning it.
Joe got on well with Casey.

Casey's views on hard work were the same as Joe's.

Hard work, Joe thought, was n't necessary on a selection.
Casey knew a thing or two--so he said.

One fine morning, when all the sky was blue and the butcher-birds whistling strong, Dwyer's cows smashed down a lot of the fence and dragged it into the corn.

Casey, assisted by Joe, put them all in the yard, and hammered them with sticks.