"I've a nice little job staked out for you, Casey." Casey gave a grunt that might mean one of several things, and which probably meant them all.

He waited until he had his cigarette going.
"If it ain't a goat's job I'm fer it," he said.

"Casey Ryan ain't the man t' set in the shade whilst there's men runnin' loose he's darned anxious t' meet." "I've been thinking over the deal those fellows pulled on you.

If the man Kenner had left you the booze and dope he told you was in the car, I'd say it was a straight case of a sticky-fingered officer letting a bootlegger by with part of his load, and a later attack of cold feet on the part of the bootlegger.

But they didn't leave you any booze.