He held it out to young Kenner between his finger and thumb, still gazing straight before him.
Young Kenner took it and grinned.

"Oh, well--you're rich! Drive on now, and when you get about even with that caboose, slow to twelve miles whilst I hop off; and then hit 'er up again an' keep 'er goin'.
If yuh don't, I'll grab yuh fer a bootlegger, sure.

And I'd have the hull train crew to help me wrassle yuh down.

They'd be willin' to sample the evidence, I guess, an' be witnesses against yuh.

An' bear in mind, Casey, that yuh got a darned good Ford and all its valuable contents for sixteen hundred and some odd bucks.