You can ask anybody if it ain't highway robbery!" Nolan stopped whistling under his breath.

"There's the Ford," he reminded Casey comfortingly.
"Which I wisht it wasn't!" snarled Casey.

"You know yourself, Mr.
Nolan, it's likely stole, an' the first man I meet in the trail'll likely take it off me, claimin' it's his'n!" Mack Nolan started whistling again, but checked himself abruptly.
"Well, our trap's wanting bait, I see.

This leaves me still hunting the White Mule." "Aw, tahell with your White Mule! Tahell with everything!" Casey kicked the nearest keg viciously and went out into the sunshine, swearing to himself..