The very nature of my business makes me cautious about trusting men--but I'm going to trust you." He stopped again, taking great pains with the point of a triangle he was drawing.
Casey knocked the ashes out of his pipe against a rock.

"Puttin' it that way, Mr.Nolan, the man's yet to live that Casey Ryan ever double-crossed.

Cops I got no use for; nor yet bootleggers.

Whether I got any use for you, Mr.Nolan, I can say better when I've heard yuh out.

A goat I've been for the last time.