Nolan was walking over from the tunnel when Casey arrived.

He smiled inquiringly as he shook hands,--a ceremony to which Casey was plainly unaccustomed.
"What luck, Ryan?
I beat you back by about two hours.

Getting things ready to begin making it.

Did they catch you all right ?" "Naw!" Casey spat disgustedly.

"Never seen a booze peddler, never seen a cop look my way.