He completed that S turn and beat the train to the next crossing half a mile farther on; where he "spiked 'er tail", as he called it, stopping dead still and waiting jeeringly for the train to pass.

The engineer leaned far out of the cab window to bellow his opinion of such driving; which was unfavorable to the full extent of his vocabulary.
"Nothin' the matter with a Ford, as I can see," Casey observed carelessly, when he was under way again.
"You sure are some driver," his new friend praised him, letting go the edge of the car and easing down again into the seat.

"Give yuh a Ford and all the gas yuh can burn and I can't see that you'd need to worry none about any of them saps that makes it their business to interfere with travelin'.

I'm glad that moon's quit the job.

Gives the headlights a show.