I went around actin' like I just killed a man an' stole a lady's diamonds, and the sheriff at San Berdoo TIPS 'IS HAT TO ME, by golly! Drove through L.A.hella-whoopin' an' not a darned traffic cop knowed it was Casey Ryan.

You can ask anybody if I didn't do every thing possible to git in bad or give bootleggers a tip I was one of 'em.
"You can't git Casey Ryan up agin' the gang you're after, Mr.Nolan.
Only way Casey Ryan can git up agin' the law is to go along peaceable tryin' to please the missus an' mindin' his own business.

I coulda peddled that damn' hootch on a hangin' tray like circus lemonade.

I coulda stood on the corner in any uh them damned towns with the hull works piled out on a table in front of me, an' I coulda hollered my damn' head off; an' Smilin' Lou woulda passed me by like I was sellin' chewin' gum and shoe strings." Mack Nolan looked at Casey, turned and went into the cabin, sat down on the edge of the bed and laughed until the tears dripped over his lashes.

Casey Ryan followed him, and sat on the edge of the table with his arms folded.