She brung me home ahead of the sheriff--and you can ask anybody if Casey Ryan himself can't be proud uh that!" "The sheriff ?" Nolan's voice was puzzled.

He seemed to be considering something for a minute, before he spoke again.

"You could have explained to the sheriff, couldn't you, your reason for having booze in the car ?" Casey raised to one elbow.

"When yuh told Casey Ryan 'twas not many men you'd trust, and that you trusted me an' the business was t' be secret--Mr.Nolan, you 'was talkin' t' CASEY RYAN!" He lay down again as if that precluded further argument.
"Good! I thought I hadn't made a mistake in my man," Nolan approved, in a tone that gave Casey an inner glow of pride in himself.

"Let's have the story, old man.