Fords are cranky sometimes.

But I've assembled too many of them in the factory to let one get the best of me in the desert." Casey could almost hear his heart when it slumped down into his boots.
But he wasn't licked yet.
"Aw, let the darned thing alone till we eat," he said, pushing his hat forward to hurry his wits.
"Well--I can throw a Ford together in the dark, if necessary," smiled Mack Nolan.

"Eat, it is, if you want it that way.

That breakfast I put away seems to have sharpened my appetite for supper.

Tell you what, Ryan.