Which is doing remarkably well for Casey Ryan, as you would admit if you knew him.
At the last moment, when the driver was settling himself behind the wheel, Casey would square his conscience for whatever strain the demands of business had put upon it.

"Wait and take a good drink uh cold water before yuh start out," he would say, and disappear.

He knew that the car would wait.

The man or woman never lived who refused a drink of cold water on the desert in summer.

Casey would return with a pale green glass water pitcher and a pale green glass.