Mack Nolan's thoughts were his own and he guarded them jealously and slept with his lips tightly closed.

He wanted no sheriff coming to him for explanation of his movements.
Wherefore he listened long, and when he slept his slumber was light.
At daylight he was up and abroad.

Two hours after sunrise Casey awoke with the smell of breakfast in his nostrils.

He rolled over and blinked at Mack Nolan standing with his hat on the back of his head and a cigarette between his lips, calmly turning three hot-cakes with a kitchen knife.

Casey grinned condescendingly.