Feller I had along with me I ditched, back here at the railroad.

He done the packin' up--an' I'd hate to swear to what he put in an' what he left out.

Onery cuss--I wouldn't put nothin' past him.

But mebby we can make out a meal." The stranger seemed perfectly satisfied with this arrangement and studied preamble.

He started off to gather dead branches of greasewood; and Casey, having prepared the way for possible disappointment, turned toward the car.
Fear and Casey Ryan have ever been strangers; yet he was conscious of a distinct, prickly chill down his spine.