I guess if it's hootch we want, it ought t' be easy enough t' find; it shore has been hard t' dodge it lately! If yuh want White Mule, Mr.Nolan, you send Casey out travelin' peaceful an' meanin' harm t' nobody.

Foller Casey and you'll find 'im tangled up with a mess uh hootch b'fore he gits ten miles from camp." "You could go out and highjack some one." Nolan agreed, taking him seriously--which Casey had not intended.

"I think we'll go down and load the camp outfit into my car, Ryan, and I'll start you out.

Go up into your old stamping ground where people know you.

If you're careful in picking your men, you could locate some hootch, couldn't you, without attracting attention ?" Casey studied the matter.