He backed the car down the draw a good seventy-five yards, to where a wrinkle in the bank hid him from the breakfast camp.

He stopped there and left the engine running while he straddled out over the side and went forward to the dip of the front fender to see if the Ford were still visible to Mack Nolan.

He was glad to find that by crouching and sighting across the fender he could just see the campfire and the top of Nolan's hat beyond it.

The man need only lift his head off his arm to see that the Ford was standing just around the turn of the draw.
"The corner was never yet so tight that Casey Ryan couldn't find a crack somewhere to crawl through," he told himself vaingloriously.

"An' I hope to thunder the feller sleeps long an' sleeps solid!" For fifteen minutes the mind of Casey Ryan was at ease.