An' I had to give a good Ford--a DARN' good Ford!--to the benefitters, so is they could git outa town ahead uh the howlin' mob.

That's how I know the way Lund loves Casey Ryan.

Yuh can't kid ME, young feller." Meanwhile, Casey swung north into Cajon Pass; up that long, straight, cement-paved highway to the hills he showed his new friend how a Ford could travel when Casey Ryan juggled the wheel.

The full moon was pushing up into a cloud bank over a high peak beyond the Pass.

The few cars they met were gone with a whistle of wind as Casey shot by.
He raced a passenger train from the mile whistling-post to the crossing, made the turn and crossed the track with the white finger of the headlight bathing the Ford blindingly.