After that Casey wore hobbles on his feet, and was secretly rather proud of the fact that they considered him so dangerous as all that.

Had his mood not been a sulky one which refused to have speech with any one there, they would probably have found it wise to gag him as well.
That is one night in Casey's turbulent life which he never recalled if he could help it.

Two cars had brought the sheriff's party, and one was a seven-passenger.

In the roomy rear seat of this car, Casey, shackled and savage, was made to ride with Mart and his mother.

Two deputies occupied the folding seats and never relaxed their watchfulness.
Casey's head still ached splittingly, and the jolting of the car did not serve to ease the pain.