Prohibition officers do not explain, as a rule.

The law behind them does that.
"And since the price seems to be rather hard on the knuckles--" He glanced down at Casey's hands and grinned.

"-- I think it may come cheaper to make the stuff ourselves.

Licking two men for three gallons, and getting the officers at your tail light into the bargain, is all right as an experiment; but I don't believe, Ryan, we ought to adopt that as a habit." Casey cocked an eye up at him.

"Did yuh ever make White Mule, Mr.
Nolan ?" he asked grimly.
Nolan laughed his easy little chuckle.