I'll do a little trouble-shooting here while you cook supper.
How'll that be ?" That wouldn't be, if Casey could prevent it.

His pale, narrow-lidded eyes dwelt upon Nolan unwinkingly.
"Well, mebby I'm kind of a crank about my car," he hedged, with a praiseworthy calmness.

"Fords is like horses, to me.

I drove stage all m' life till I took to prospectin'-- an' I never could stand around and let anybody else monkey with my teams.

I ain't a doubt in the world, Mr.Nolan, but what you know as much about Fords as I do.