You don't see how the devil you're going to manage it with me around.
"I'll do a little more guessing, now: I guess you've doped it out that you'll pack the bedroll up here, tuck me in and pray to the Lord I'll sleep sound.

You're hoping you can cache the booze and make your getaway while I've gone bye-low.

Or possibly, if you got the booze put away safe from my prying eyes, you might come back to bed and I'd find you here in the morning just as if nothing had happened.

How Is that for guesswork ?" "You go tahell!" growled Casey, swallowing a sickly grin.

He pressed down the tobacco in his pipe, eyeing Nolan queerly.