Mack Nolan had just crawled into his bunk on Wednesday night when he thought he heard a car laboring up the gulch.

He sat up in bed to listen and then got hurriedly into his clothes.

He was standing just around the corner of the dugout where the headlights could not reach him, when Casey killed the engine and stopped before the door.

Steam was rising in a small cloud from the radiator cap, and the sound of boiling water was distinctly audible some distance away.
Mack Nolan waited until Casey had climbed out from behind the wheel and headed for the door.

Then he stepped out and hailed him.