When Casey says he'll do a thing he comes purty near doin' it.

I ain't playin' no bootleg game, young feller; White Mule an' me ain't an' never was trail pardners.

Make me choose between bootleggers an' cops, an' I'd have to flip a dollar on it.

Only fer Bill Masters bein' your friend, I dunno but what I'd take yuh right back with me t' L.A.an' let yuh sleep in a jail oncet--seein' you've never had the pleasure!" The young man laughed imperturbably.

"Flip that dollar for me, Casey, to see whether I shoot yuh now an' dump yuh out in the brush somewheres, or make yuh play the hootch game an' like it.