"How much liquor you got aboard to-night ?" Casey, slanting a glance downward, glimpsed the barrel of a big automatic looking toward them.
"What if I ain't got any ?" the young man parried glumly.

"You're taking a lot for granted." The big man chuckled.

"If you ain't loaded with hootch, it's because one of the boys met up with yuh before I did.

Open 'er up.

Lemme see what you got." The young fellow scowled, swore under his breath and climbed out, turning toward the loaded tonneau with reluctant obedience.
"I can't argue with the law," he said, as he began to pull out a roll of bedding wedged in tightly.