Presently he returned with a receipted duplicate deposit slip for twenty-four thousand eight hundred dollars, a little, flat check book and two hundred dollars in worn bank notes.

"You ought to be independent for the rest of your life, Casey.

This is a fine start for any man," he said.
Casey paid for the socks and slid the change for a ten-dollar bill into his overalls pocket, put the check book and the bank notes away where he had carried the check, and walked out with his hat very much tilted over his right eye and his shoulders swaggering a little.

You can't blame him for that, can you?
As he stepped from the store he met an old acquaintance from Pinnacle.
There was only one thing to do in a case like that, and Casey did it quite naturally.

They came out of The Club wiping their lips, and the swagger in Casey's shoulders was more pronounced.
Face to face Casey met the show lady, which was what he called her in his mind.