"I got half my outfit in there an' I hate to have it tore up." Smiling Lou continued to look at him, seeming slightly puzzled.

But indecision was not one of his characteristics, evidently.

He stepped up to the car, pulled a flashlight from his pocket and looked in.
Casey was up and into his clothes by the time Smiling Lou had uncovered a box or two.

Smiling Lou turned toward him, his lips twitching.
"Lift this stuff out of here and put it in my car," he commanded, elation creeping into his voice in spite of himself.

"My Lord! The chances you fellows take! Think a dab of paint is going to cover up a brand burnt into the wood ?" Casey looked startled, glancing down into the car to where Smiling Lou pointed.
"The boards is turned over on all the rest," he muttered confidentially.