But Casey himself was unmolested, and no one asked about his load.
From Camp Cajon to San Bernardino Casey drove furiously, remembering young Kenner's desire for speed.

He stopped there for the night, and nearly had a fight with the garage man where he put up, because he showed undue caution concerning the safety of his car from prowlers during the night.
He left the car there that day and returned furtively after dark, asking the night man if he had seen any saps around his car.

The night man looked at him uncomprehendingly.
"I dunno--nothin's been picked up since I come on at six.

We ain't responsible for lost articles, anyway.

See that sign ?" Casey grunted, cranked up and drove away, wondering whether the night man was as innocent as he tried to act.
From San Bernardino to Los Angeles Casey drove placidly as a load of oranges in February.