Opposition and ridicule had brought a little color into his face.
"Why, hell, man! You--you come around that ha-hairpin turn up there on two wheels! It's a miracle we wasn't--" "Miracles is what happens once and lets it go at that.

Say! Casey Ryan _always_ saves wear on a coupla wheels, on that turn.

I've made it on one; but the leaders wasn't runnin' right to-day.

That nigh one's cast a shoe.
I gotta have that looked after." He gave up the reins to the waiting hostler and went off, heading straight for the station porch where waited a red-haired girl with freckles and a warm smile for Casey.
That was Casey's youth; part of it.

The rest was made up of fighting, gambling, drinking hilariously with the crowd and always with his temper on hair trigger.