Now I tell yuh.

I ain't got the money to pay for these tires, but I tell yuh what I'll do; I'm goin' on up to my brother--he's got a prune orchard a little ways out from San Jose, an' he's well fixed.
Now I'll write out an order on my brother, fer him to send you the money.
He's good fer it, an' he'll do it.

I'm goin' on up to help him work his place on shares, so I c'n straighten up with him when I get--" Casey had picked up the jack again and was regretfully but firmly adjusting it under the front axle.

"That ain't the first good prospect I ever had pinch out on me," he observed, trying to be cheerful over it.

He could even grin while he squinted up at the lean man.
"Well, now, you can't hardly refuse to trust a man in my fix!" "Think I can't ?" Casey was working the jack handle rapidly and the words came in jerks.