There's been half a dozen other owners in to see me within the last week or so, an' I couldn't give them no encouragement.

There ain't an empty car in the state." Lawler was watching him intently, and the expression in his eyes embarrassed Simmons.

He flushed, cleared his throat again, and then shot a belligerent glance at Lawler.
"It ain't my fault--not a bit of it, Lawler.

I've been losin' sleep over this thing--losin' sleep, I tell you! I've telegraphed every damned point on the line.

This road is swept clean as a whistle.