Nolan was pleased; too, when Casey came out with the sample bag and announced that he would carry the bottles in the bag.

Then Nolan fancied he heard a car, and walked away to where he would have a longer view down the gulch.

He would whistle, he said, and warn Casey if someone was coming.
He had not proceeded fifty yards when Casey yelled and brought him back at a run.

Casey was rummaging in the car, throwing things about with a recklessness which ill-became an agent of the self-possessed Mack Nolan.
"There ain't a damn' bottle here!" he bellowed indignantly.

"Them crooks gypped me outa ten gallons uh good, bottle whisky! Now what do you know about that, Mr.Nolan?
That feller said it was high-grade stuff he had packed away at the bottom.