_Thankin' you in advance!'_ an' then I shore collected.

You ask anybody in Patmos.

Say, I bet he drove by-guess-an'-by-gosh to the orange belt, anyway, the way his eyes was swellin' up when he left!" I mentioned his promise to Bill, that he would not fight a customer.

Casey spat disgustedly.

"Hell! He wasn't no customer! Didn't he ship his rubber in by express, ruther'n to buy off me ?" He grinned retrospectively and looked at his knuckles, one of which showed a patch of new skin, pink and yet tender.
"'Thankin' you in advance!' that's just what I told 'im.