He says he won't and I can't make him." "He won't, hey ?" A familiar, pale glitter came into Casey's eyes.

"You watch and see whether he goes or not! He better tell Casey Ryan he won't go! Who'd, they think's runnin' the place?
Lemme ketch that laundry driver oncet, runnin' across our lawn; I'll run 'im across it--on his nose! They take advantage of you quick as my back's turned.
I'll learn 'em they got Casey Ryan to reckon with!" The Little Woman gave me a smiling glance over Casey's shoulder, and lowered a cautious eyelid.

I left them then and went away to have a satisfying talk with the sheriff and the prosecuting attorney..