"Take in the seat-cushion, Casey.

I don't fancy opening it outside, even in this howling wilderness." "I think I'll just pack in the kegs first, Mr.Nolan." For the first time since the shock of Mr.Nolan's "mind-reading" the night before, Casey ventured a suggestion.

"Anybody comes along, it's the kegs they'd look at cross-eyed.

Cushions is expected in Fords--if I ain't buttin' in," he added meekly.
"Which you're not.

You're acting as my agent now, Ryan, and it will take two heads to put this over without a hitch.