Four of the six offspring crowded around him, getting in the way of Casey's hammer and asking questions which no man could answer and remain normal.

Casey had, while he unwrapped the casings, made a mental reduction in the price.

Even Bill would throw off a little, he told himself, on a sale like this.

Mentally he had deducted twenty-five dollars from the grand total, but before he had that rim straightened he said to himself that he'd be darned if he discounted more than twenty.
"Humbolt an' Greeley, you git away from there an' git out here an' git these goats a-grazin'," the lean customer called sharply from the rear of the garage.

Humbolt and Greeley hastily proceeded to git, which left two unkempt young girls standing there at Casey's elbow so that he could not expectorate where he pleased, or swear at all.