One way or another, Dwyer managed to feel the money of every man who came into Lund and stopped there for a space.

He was an honest man, too,-- or as honest as is practicable for a man in business.
Dwyer was tickled to see Casey again.

Casey was a good fellow, and he never needed his memory jogged when he owed a man.

He paid before he was asked to pay, and that was enough to make any merchant love him.

He watched Casey unpin his vest pocket and remove the check, and he was not too eager to inspect it.
"Good?
Surest thing you know.