"You're too late, young feller.

I chewed the cork day before yesterday," he declared.
While he fished another plate out of the pan, Casey observed that Paw looked at Joe inquiringly, and that Joe moved his head sidewise a careful inch, and back again.
"Moonshine, huh ?" Paw hazarded hopefully.

"Yuh peddlin' it, er makin' it ?" Casey grinned secretively.

"A man can't be pinched without the goods," he observed shrewdly.

"I was raised in a country where they took fools out an' brained 'em with an axe.