Why, lemme tell yuh, Casey, if you work it right and don't be so dog-gone kind-hearted, you'll want a five-ton truck to haul off your profits next fall.

I'd go myself and let you run this place here, only I got a lot of credit trade and you'd never git a cent outa the bunch.

And then you're wantin' to leave Lund for awhile, anyway." "You could git somebody else," Casey suggested half-heartedly.

"I kinda hate to be hobbled to a place like a garage, Bill.

And if there's anything gits my goat, it's patchin' up old tires.