Casey Ryan's going to carry a jingle louder'n a lead burro from now on.

You can ask anybody." "You bet it's wise for a feller to go heeled," the friend of Bill Masters responded easily.

"You never know when yuh might need it.
Well, there's a Bell sign over there.

You can be askin' your wife's consent while I gas up." Innocent pleasure; the blameless joy of riding in a Ford toward the desert, with a prince of a fellow for company, was not so easily made to sound logical and a perfectly commonplace incident over a long-distance telephone.

The Little Woman seemed struck with a sense of the unusual; her voice betrayed trepidation and she asked questions which Casey found it difficult to answer.