Bill Masters laid a friendly hand on his shoulder and made a suggestion so wise that not even Casey could shut his mind against it.
"You're starting out where there won't be no Bill handy to fix what you bust," he pointed out.

"You wait over a day or two, Casey, and let me show yuh a few things about that car.

If you bust down on the desert you'll want to know what's wrong, and how to fix it.

It's easy, but you got to know where to look for the trouble." "Me?
Say, Bill, I never had to go lookin' for trouble," Casey grinned.
"What do I need to learn how for ?" Nevertheless he remained all of that day with Bill and crammed on mechanics.

He was amazed to discover how many and how different were the ailments that might afflict a Ford.