There ain't anybody c'n say it does.

Casey Ryan is Casey Ryan wherever an' whenever yuh meet up with him.

Yuh might mebby see me next, hazin' a burro over a ridge.

Or yuh might see me with ten pounds uh flour, a quart uh beans an' a sour-dough bucket on my back.

Whichever way the game breaks--you'll be seein' Casey Ryan; an' you'll see 'im settin' in the game an' ready t' push his last white chip to the center." "I believe it, Casey.