Casey, if you wait till you overhaul 'em with that thing they wheeled in here under the name of a car--" "Oh, that's all right, Bill," Casey grunted gamely.

"I was goin' to git me a new car, anyway.

Mine wasn't so much.

They're welcome." Bill grunted and spat again, but he did not say anything.
"I'll go see Dwyer and see how much I got left," Casey said presently, and his voice, whether you believe it or not, was cheerful.

"I'm going to ketch that evenin' train to Los." And he added kindly, "C'm on and eat with me, Bill.