Casey sat up in the blankets and waited.
Luck, he told himself, was grinning at him from ear to ear.

For this was Smiling Lou himself, and none other.

He was alone,--a big, hungry, official fish searching the grove greedily.

Casey swallowed a grin and tried to look scared.

The light was slowly working around in his direction.
I don't suppose Casey Ryan had ever looked really scared in his life.
His face simply refused to wear so foreign an expression.