Don't matter what I say she won't believe me anyhow--so Casey won't say nothin'.

Can't lie with your mouth shut, can yuh ?" "Oh, yes, it's been done," Mack Nolan chuckled.

"Now we'll set down the serial numbers and the bank name of this 'jack',--and here's your expense money separate.

And if there's anything that isn't clear to you, Ryan, speak up.

You won't hear from me again, probably, until you're back from this fishing trip." Casey thought that everything was perfectly clear, and rashly he said so, as he started off.
From Barstow to Victorville, from Victorville to Camp Cajon Casey drove expectantly, hoping to meet Smiling Lou.