Mister, couldn't you have bad luck, or be sick or something, so we could give a benefit for you?
People certainly would turn out good for a man that's liked the way they say you are.

I'd just love to put on a show for you.
Couldn't we fix it up some way ?" Casey looked up and down the street and found it practically empty.

Lund was dining at that hour.

And while Casey expected later the loud greetings, and the handshakes and all, as a matter of fact he had thus far talked with Bill, the garage man, with Dwyer, the storekeeper and banker, and with the man from Pinnacle, who was already making ready to crank his car and go home.

Lund, as a town, was yet unaware of Casey's presence.
Casey looked at the show lady, found her gazing at his face with eyes that said please in four languages, and hesitated.
"You could git up a benefit for the Methodist church, mebby," he temporized.