Casey turned and went back into The Club, remained five minutes perhaps and then walked very circumspectly across the street to Bill's garage.

It was there that the Barrymores found him when they came seeking with their dilapidated old car, their crutches, their grease paint and scar patches, to make a cripple of Casey whether he would or no.
Bill fell uproariously in with the plan, and Dwyer, stopping at the garage on his way home to dinner, thought it a great joke on Lund and promised to help the benefit along.

Casey, with three drinks under his belt and his stomach otherwise empty, wanted to sing, "Hey, ok Bill! Can-n yuh play the fiddle-o?
Yes, by--" and stuck there because of the show lady.

Casey wouldn't have recognized Trouble if it had walked up and banged him in the eye.

He said sure, he'd be a cripple for the lady.