"Who said anything about any fellers leavin' me booze ?" he evaded sharply.

"If it's a drink you're hintin' for, you won't get it.

Casey Ryan ain't no booze peddler, an' now's as good a time as any to let that soak into your system." Mack Nolan's gray eyes were still watching Casey with a steadfastness that was disconcerting to a man in Casey's dilemma.
"It might help us both considerably," he said quietly, "if you told me all about it.

You can't cache that booze you've got in the car--I won't let you, for one thing; for another, that would be merely dodging the issue, and if you'll forgive my frankness, dodging doesn't seem to be quite in your line." Casey puffed hard on his pipe.

"The world's gittin' so darned full uh crooks, a man can't turn around now'days without bumpin' into a few!" he exploded bitterly.