Casey tried to be funny, then.

He looked at me and grinned, and observed, "Hunh! Goats don't chew cuds.

That's all wrong.

They chew _duds._ You ask anybody in Patmos." So Juan slept under sagebushes and grease-wood, and the goats did not.
Casey declares that he stood it for two weeks, and that it took all he could make in the garage to pay the six families of Patmos for the damage wrought by his security.

He lost fifteen pounds of flesh and every friend he had made in the place except the man who hauled water, and he liked it because he was getting rich.