"She's a tough one, from here on to the next stop.

You got a hind tire here that ain't goin' to last yuh five miles up the road." He would kick the tire whose character he was blackening.

"Better lay in a supply of blow-out patches, unless you're a mind to invest in a new casing." Very often he would sell a tire or two, complete with new tubes, before the car moved on.
Casey never did things halfway, and Bill had impressed certain things deep on his mind.

He was working with Bill's money and he obeyed Bill's commands.

He never took a check or a promise for his pay, and he never once let his Irish temper get beyond his teeth or his blackened finger tips.