I'll git me a radiator that don't boil like a teakettle over a pitch fire, and load up with water and grub and gas, and I'll find the Injun Jim mine, mebby.

Or some other darn mine that'll put me in the clear the rest of my life.

Couldn't before, because I had to travel too slow.

But shucks! A Ford can go anywhere a mountain goat can go.

You ask anybody." So Casey sold his stage line and the hypothetical good will that went with it, and Pinnacle and Lund breathed long and deep and planned trips they had refrained from taking heretofore, and wished Casey luck.