Both kegs.
Afterward they stood and looked at each other.

Casey's hands went to his hips, and the muscles along his jaw hardened into lumps.

He spat into the dirt of the cellar floor.
"Water!" He snorted disgustedly.

"Casey Ryan with the devil an' all scart outa him, thinkin' he had ownership of a load uh booze an' hop sufficient t' hang 'im!" His hand slid into his trousers pocket, reaching for the comforting plug of tobacco.

"Stuck up an' robbed is what happens t' Casey.