"At that," said Bill, grinning a little, "you'll know as much as the average garage-man.

What ain't reformed livery-stable men are second-hand blacksmiths, and a feller like you, that has drove stage for fifteen year--" "Twenty," Casey Ryan corrected jealously.

"Six years at Cripple Creek, and then four in Yellowstone, and I was up in Montana for over five years, driving stage from Dry Lake to Claggett and from there I come to Nevada--" "Twenty," Bill conceded without waiting to hear more, "knows as much as a man that has kept livery stable.

Then again you've had two Fords--" "Oh, I ain't sayin' I can't _run_ a garage," Casey interrupted.

"I don't back down from runnin' anything.