He himself turned his cakes by the simple process of tossing them in the air a certain kind of flip, and catching them dexterously as they came down.

Right there he decided that Mack Nolan was not after all a real outdoors man.
"Well, the sheriff didn't arrive last night," Nolan observed cheerfully, when he saw that Casey was awake.

"I don't much look for him, either.

Your driving on past the turn to Juniper Wells and coming up that other old road very likely threw him off the track.

You must have been close to the State line then and he gave you up as a bad job." "It was a GOOD job!" Casey maintained reaching for his clothes.