It's dog-_gone_ human! I've cussed her a lot, and I've done things to her--like that syrup I poured into her--and dog-gone her, she's been layin' low and watchin' her chance all this while.

Fords, I believe, are about as human as horses, and I've knowed horses I believe coulda talked if their tongues was split.

Ask anybody.
That there car _knowed_!" The third day after the attack Casey was still too sore to work, but he managed to crank the Ford--eyeing it curiously the while, and with respect, too--and started down the mesa and up over the ridge and on down to the lake.

He was still studying the matter incredulously, still wondering if Fords can think.

He wanted to tell the widow about it and get her opinion.