"Say! D' you know Bill Masters, too?
That's all I wanta know!" "Bill Masters?
Why, is he the fellow who stepped out from under this load of hootch?
If he is, he must have picked himself a new name; I never heard it." Casey glared suspiciously for twenty seconds before he settled back glumly into his mental corner.
"Ryan, I've been all day sizing you up.

I'm going to be perfectly honest with you and tell you why I think you're straight--although you must admit the evidence is rather against you.
"I happened to be right close when you drove down in here and stopped.
As a matter of fact, I was behind that little clump of junipers.

Had you driven around them instead of stopping this side, you couldn't have failed to see me.
"You came down here mad at the trick that had been played you.

You were so mad, you started talking to yourself as a safety valve--blowing off mental steam.

You've spent a lot of time in the desert--alone.