He knew the road from Lund to Pinnacle.
He had driven it himself, with a conscious sigh of relief when he had safely negotiated the last hair-pin curve; and Bill was counted a good driver.

He suggested an insurance policy to Casey, not half so jokingly as he tried to sound.
Casey turned and gave him a pale blue, unwinking stare.

"Say! Never you mind gettin' out insurance on _this_ auty-_mo_-bile.

What you wanta do is insure the cars that's liable to meet up with me in the trail." Bill saw the sense of that, too, and said no more about insuring Casey.

He drove down the canyon where the road is walled in on both sides by cliffs, and proceeded to give Casey a lesson in driving.