Mack Nolan was still curled comfortably in the car, his back against the bed roll.
He opened his eyes and yawned when Casey leaned and looked in upon him.
"By Jove, that was a fine sleep I had," he announced cheerfully, lifting himself up and dangling his legs outside the car.

"Strike anything yet ?" "Naw." Casey's grunt was eloquent of the mood he was in.
"Get the car fixed all right ?" Mack Nolan's cheerfulness seemed nothing less than diabolical to Casey.
"Naw." Then Casey added grimly, "I'm stuck.

I dunno what ails the damned thing.

Have to send to Vegas fer new parts, I guess.

It's only three miles out here to the road.