Across the campfire, Mack Nolan sat with his hat tilted down over his eyes, smoking a cigarette and seeming at peace with all the world.
Casey hoped that Nolan would forget about fixing the Ford.

He hoped that Nolan would sleep well to-night.

Casey was perfectly willing to sacrifice a good roll of bedding and the cooking outfit for the privilege of traveling alone.

No man, he told himself savagely, could ask a better deal than he was prepared to give Nolan.

He bent to reach a burning twig for his pipe, and found Nolan watching him steadily from under his hat brim.
"What sort of looking fellows were those, Ryan, that left a load of booze on your hands ?" Nolan asked casually when he saw that he was observed.
Casey burned his fingers with the blazing twig.