"Wanta drive ?" Casey's friend was rolling a smoke before he cranked up.

"They tell me up in Lund that no man livin' ever got the chance to look back and see Casey Ryan swallowing dust.

I've heard of some that's tried.

But I reckon," he added pensively, while he rubbed the damp edge of the paper down carefully with a yellowed thumb, "Fords is out of your line, now.

Maybe you don't toy with nothin' cheaper than a twin-six." "Well, you can ask anybody if Casey Ryan's the man to git big-headed! Money don't spoil ME none.