"I made 'em think I was headed clean outa the country.

If they knowed who it was at all, they'd know I belong in L.A., and I figured they'd guess I was headed there.

They stopped for something this side of Searchlight an' so I pulls away from 'em a couple of miles.

They never seen where I went to." While he washed for breakfast, Casey began to take stock of certain minor injuries.
"That darned Pete Gibson has got tushes in his mouth like a wild hawg; the kind that sticks out," he grumbled, touching certain skinned places on his knuckles.

"Every time I landed on 'im yesterday I run against them tushes uh his'n." But he added with a grin, "They ain't so solid as they was when I met up with 'im.