After that he began to realize that he was heir to a fine assortment of canned delicacies and an oil stove and four suitcases filled, he hoped, with good clothes.

Not omitting possession of two spring cots and several pairs of high-grade blankets, and two sweaters and Lord knows what all.
Those suitcases were enough to make any man sit and bite his nails, wondering if he were crazy.

Fred and Art had evidently fitted their wardrobe to their ideas of a summer camp with dancing pavilion and plenty of hammocks in the immediate neighborhood.

There were white flannel trousers and white canvas shoes and white silk socks, and fine ties and handkerchiefs and things.

There were striped silk shirts which made Casey grin and think how tickled Injun Jim would be with them,--or one or two of them; Casey had no intention of laying them all on the altar of diplomacy.
There was an assortment of apparel in those suitcases that would qualify any man as porch hound at Del Monte.